Search results for spike by fergie

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thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping
My Hancock do-rag riptides like tent city
Standoff through lowlands eerie silencing

Spikes, spikes, spikes
Hung on the cross to die
Crucified for your crimes
Spikes in your limbs
To pay for your sins

An eye for an eye
An eye for an eye
An eye for
they're the ones who never win
Don't you try to run again, the warnings that your mama gave
Think of all the time you saved by standing on the spike
They're the spike driver's scars

By the railroad ties there a hammer lies
It's all painted in red
It's all painted in red
It's all painted in red
Here she comes again
With vodka in her veins
Been playing with a spike
She couldn't get it right

Splendour in silver dress
Velocity possessed
And sugar and spikes and neon nights
Walks in lights, in chains coughin' smoke-whoopin' hope
Cardinal sky rush by
Falls bark in dark, all back in
leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night
Off with the lights, hear the screams
See the banging heads awaken to their dreams
The sound of metal so loud
The shadows flicker by 
He's the madcap pusher 
Delerium the drug he's dealing 

He drops a capsule in your drink 
And spikes your dreams with madness
The shadows flicker by 
He's the madcap pusher 
Delerium the drug he's dealing 

He drops a capsule in your drink 
And spikes your dreams with madness
Muscledistracting sicksphere
Lacerate, damage, wreak
Disintegrating lifeblood
Colliding spikes, unlife

Labyrinth contagious
The world means
'N sugar 'n spikes 'n neon nights
Walk 'n lights 'i chains coughin' smoke whoopin' hope
Cardinal sky rush by falls bark in dark
Fall back in dark
Waiting for that time to come
Where the green grass grows
Tomorrow never knows

In the field your long hair flows
Down by the tail end of the tracks
hummingbirds
In treasure glows, your weeping wings
And a slaughter grins, on a pleasure spike

When held on high by the riverside
Like a torn-throat child in
Metaphor of colors
Blood red black
Altar of flesh razor's cuts
Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes

Censored!
Project!
Censored!
Project!

Little by
body drained
A victim of betrayal by your own kind
They followed you, now they sold your soul to the devil

Rusty nails through your hands
Rusty
of the night.
Bound by metal we live the fight.
We wear leather, we wear spikes, we rule the night
With hands high fists fill the air
Against the world we
This is a song about Spike
He is a bad ass guy
Who just happens to be
A really good friend of mine

Everyone I know yeah
Who knows Spike, too
Doesn't know what to do anymore
Jesus makes love to the spike
A trick for a fix and feeling so sick
Just can't seem to get right
Once he was
Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head
Screaming skull sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide

Suicide, suicide, suicide,
Kill a chicken, get it with a spike
You can cook it any way you like
Tell me now if you'd like a taste
On this old rooster nothing goes to waste
I guess I am just...
Torn between life or silence, 
As the pain in my eyes becomes to clear

Destroyed! By the sounds so empty, 
Empty
Sweet ghost of light
When you appear
You fall around me
Everywhere
I see your face
As you pass by
As fragile
As a dragonfly
You jab me in
And on my way down
Right out the door
Amused by the past

I never swallowed that spike before
A watery life of a deep repent
Bothered, I'm on my own
all night
Ride, it'll blow your mind
Baptism by the fire
Don't let me roll the tires
Baptism by the fire
You stir the fire and acquire
Play your
never navvies who pound 
spikes in the rails to their very own heaven 

Bridges of muscles spanning so long and high 
merchants from Stepney walking