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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Mouth to Mouth (Lipps, Inc.) · Mouth to Mouth [Bonus Tracks] (The Levellers) · Mouth by Mouth (His Name Is Alive) · Mouth by Mouth [Bonus Track] (His Name Is Alive) · Mouth to Mouth (The Levellers) · Mouth to Mouth (The Levellers) · Mouth to Mouth [Bonus DVD] (The Levellers) · Gun-Mouth 4 Hire: Horns and Halos, Vol. 2 (Andre Nickatina) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) – and 90 other albums »


and watch me bleed

Strike me down, cast me out
Throw me into my own mouth
Take me away
To a better place

Far from anyone
By myself and leave a gun
I got my Cat Scratch Fever eight-track
My best friend's in a gun rack
I'm a lowlife
I owe everybody money
I think racist jokes are funny
I'm
in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like a gun blast
indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like
instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great
Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like a gun
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
and all points in between. Louisville by Nashville Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time, {Chorus} Heading for that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke
nigh?
I'm a rich merchant ship bound for fair London Town
London Town, London Town
Would you please for to let me pass by?

"Oh no, oh no", cried Henry
yellow frayed and torn
Destination Nashville Septemper '64

[Chorus]
And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were long
She only needed
Frightened by the dark
And the foaming mouths that bark
Wielding your great spark
To unite the trailer parks

Why not put a gun in the hands
yellow frayed and torn
Destination Nashville Septemper '64

Chorus:
And you could tell by the fingerboard her painted nails were long
She only needed
In from the street, mouth sat in a seat (No-no!) 
He point the finger at the whole world out there
Beat the drum - for Mr Accusation
is to come home and be here by my side
Say what you gotta say to shut their Bibles and their mouths
If they was to tie a noose, they'd have to lay
Until Your Son called out to me I was lost
For years my cradle swung above the grave
It is a wondrous thing to be adopted by a king
To know a love
He cast a grim shadow
Through the busy street
Said he was a junkie
And he punctuated his walk with a gun

Motiveless murder
The papers scream
The silver spoon's in the mouth
Baby clothes are baby-blue
Nothing's ever handed down
Everything's brand new
Newspaper notices heralding that
the block
cop radios in to another lady cop
He ran by a tree, there he saw this sister
a shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked 'round
Columbia 
Soaked through all in digital video 
Girl with the sweet backstory 
Pitched in a trailer in Burbank 
Cast by a cool enough yes man 
Screened
to yourself
There is a hemorrhage in your mouth
It won't stop bleeding
Well you may be the traitor
I will hold the smoking gun
You'll get away clean
I'll
[RZA] You know, we try and add on for y'all niggas 

[Tekitha] The Gods 

[RZA] Yo, yo 



Verse One: RZA 



Fusion of the five elements,
roll up your map show me where you are
Twisted little fuckers idol servants suckers
The color of evil cast shadows on thee
In the mouth of hell soon
what
You will - shove it
In your mouth any way
That your can.

You think that I will come
To your mouth, looking for
A home. But I get stuck
Sideways in
On the floor
Start it up again
Like it matters anymore

I don't know
If it does
Is this really all
That there ever was?

Put the gun
In my mouth
Close
to rain on us
I'm the type tah hold the mac with one hand
Squeez that shit till the gun jam
Flow sickly rhyme swettin' I'm too ill
Get blown quickly for
On a radio wave the call to the grave
Is wrapped up in glory to fool the brave
They tell a tall story of all those who gave
All that they had for