Search results for iron city jungles by the plastic constellations

We've found 19 lyrics, 100 artists, and 100 albums matching iron city jungles by the plastic constellations:


Albums:

New Constellations: Live in Vienna (Josh Roseman) · Breaking Down the Constellations (Missing Joe) · Constellations (August Burns Red) · Under the Iron Sea [Circuit City Exclusive] (Keane) · John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (John Lennon) · Plastic (Paint by Numbers) · Plastic Cages (Symbol) · Plastic Beach [Deluxe Edition] [CD/DVD] (Gorillaz) · Little Plastic Castle (Ani DiFranco) · Plastic Box [UK] (Public Image Ltd.) – and 90 other albums »


of divine comedy
Told about Jesus, told about the rain
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By the man who had been dyin', who
the theater of divine comedy.
Told about Jesus, told about the rain,
She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain
By a man who danced
Running round like animals in city soaked in ashes

If you wanna be with me I could need you now
It's a jungle out there and the teeth are out.
Find
Running round like animals in city soaked in ashes

If you wanna be with me I could need you now
It's a jungle out there and the teeth are out.
Find
the city)
Just enough, for the city

Yo, in the jungle
I make moves like Iron Monkey
Plots to bump me off D.O.T. be on the hunt for me
We stay hungry, for
The rising moon faces the sickening sun,
As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,
A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--
Magnolia

[Juvenile]:
I'm in the jungle, of niggas that's lookin' for static,
Two niggas stuck and jackin' just to support his habit,
Them people
detectors with plastic German lugers
With all rubber bullets, my dogs, they love to pull it
Stay black hooded, dunn, Timberland footed
Deadly dialect,
floor by floor 
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door 
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga

I'm from a big city 
Tryna make a living
Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street 
you know the law enemies stand side by side
You can either kill em now or wait for them
the petals off wild flower patches,
Magic happens!
Behold, pity the lowlife parish. 
Doom City barracks left remorse coursed on a horse-drawn carriage by
the bottle, jungle captive
Where MC's got little cocks on teeth with fillings out like magnets
Caught up in the dragnet, tri-felon
Shoula packed a plastic
impaled by the same sword
Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag
Taturag shielding the exterior inferior
Stall face to face with a forms that
variety
For every plastic orange bottle 
For tarnished pharmacy labels chafed in abrasive pockets
Suit the hell hounds with blades and chain links 
For
I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth
Slangin quarter keys to make them G's is what it's all about
I was brought
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
streets is runnin force
Bullets all like over cross, and they saw an iron horse
Tryna show off, not in my town you gettin hauled off
In an ambulance gauged
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
hands up in plastic bags

On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!

Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream