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Ghost: The String Quartet Tribute to Death Cab for Cutie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Acoustic Tribute To Death Cab For Cutie (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Atlantic Records Presents: Death Cab for Cutie in Living Stereo! (Death Cab for Cutie) · För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Mirror Mirror (Twiztid) · Mirror, Mirror (Joe Henderson) · Mirror Mirror (Wild Strawberries) · Mirror Mirror [Expanded] (10cc) · Mirror Mirror (Kelly Price) · Mirror Mirror (Kelly Price) – and 90 other albums »


I took cutie for a ride in my death cab
She tipped me with a kiss I dropped her off at the meth lab
Before she left she made a dashboard
have the weaka
Speak when spoken to, yeah I broke a few
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you
I make 'em do for us
the weak-ah.
Speak when spoken to
Yeah I broke a few.
And by the way I was hoping you
Had a freak for me and a freak for you.
I make her do for us
The same
Where does he dwell? (they never learn)
What is the prize for the true believer?
Rotting away in the "Womb of the Worm"?

Death is the hand of a handsome
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
like
"When I try to examine my asshole in the mirror
for polyps or whatever you call it, I erupt"

We are living, we are breathing, we are pieces
psalms I'm spiritual when I'm lyrical
This is for my soldier niggas looking in the mirror who
Sitting home scratching off serials eating cereal
The way we
it baby
Me and Krush politickin' buildin' on this money mission
Somethin' so I had to stop and listen
It's time for ever tickin', my gift for
I'm losing my religion
Thank God
I prayed about my decision
How odd
For the man with the mic
To be the man all his life
While Christ-like
a beautiful place
Where only love could breathe
Then you took me by the hand
And told me silently that objects in the mirror may be closer than they seem
slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by
be flowin' by the hour's
Wu, we got the collars, scholars
Word life, peace to power and my whole unit
Word up! Quick to set it, don't wet it
Real
The black Lil' Raskal, with loot like Waldo
I make Oprah rhyme by throwin chairs at Geraldo
Rivera, I joke around like, Hanna Barbera
But mirror mirror, Tame
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the hour's
slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by
(Angel Speaks)
Chino my love, although many will come before you,
trying to be just like you, there will never be another you.
You've traveled so far
and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straw, mirrors and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my axe over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in
speak on the past, Egyptian late periods
Look at my pad, misused shapes and imageness
Conscious lyrics, spoken through hieroglyphics
We cuenin' it for
Help my mother be blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot
And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch
I tie my stomach in knots
And I'm sure not
blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot
And every day the glass mirror get tougher to watch
I tie my stomach in knots
And I'm sure not why I'm infatuated
time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by the hour's
"All mirrors lead to my palace
My exotic pleasure temple
Wherein my court is both gracious and insatiable
Pure and obscene
For where pumps
slot; time for pumpin
Poisonous sting which thumps up and act chumps
Raise a heavy generator
But yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin by
blessed for many moons
I suffer a lot and every day the glass mirror
Get tougher to watch, I tie my stomach in knots
And I'm not sure why I'm infatuated