Lyrics:
Let's throw out all that's told
And tell them how it is
Been bruised by your false truths
And dragged down by the mislead
My fuel is getting low
So
high when I call the sky
I be hitting bars with no booze in sight
I done paid my dues
Had to break a few
I'd need no gas up
I ain't need the fuel
This is
of
Since abandoned by the stork on the porch
I've been forkin' fortune
Cuttin' the fat, the green greed growin 'round the seed
Urgently searchin for
born in fortune, we are chosen by fate
We have no regret for this world that is full of silly desire
We will choose our destination, we will take it
I'm from a place,
that's extremely deranged,
Ran by undercovers, snakes, rats,
And where the true people are caged,
We're the knackers,
Like say fuel Don reach "E" please
I do not walk in the flesh but I walk in the Spirit
I walk by Faith and not by sight as Joseph did in Egypt
God of war
life.
A stranger is treated with fear and distrust at best,
and outright hostility at worst.
The media fosters this distrust by airing and reporting
creating a dialogue
I'll fuel the flame where the fires from
His complexion is my complexion
But why does it feel like mines the wrong
Maybe we're all just
into the open space
Typical catastrophic mission drifting caught in a quasar
Shatter satellite images track em way off of the radar
Rocket fuel dropping
I see her smoking there in an empty bar
Feeling cool as the fumes blow
An empty glass in hand and an old guitar
Fuels those old Sunday blues
And I
written by fate's hand
Suffer through my mouth
Feel the venom through your veins
No line of sight, no trace of sound
Just searing scalding pain
Now cursed
the hour
You don't really see too many out of state plates
Free coffee in the morning and a luke warm shower
In the night stand by the bed there's a bible
The force is gone
The feelings strong
The green baths the grey
Blinded by the tone of you, I fuel, the truth is known
The air is brail I sense your
why
Radio operator try to get a message through They've no fuel they gotta land soon
Tell the flight deck New York has no lights They can't land by
fertilizer and fuel oil
Pushed over a cliff by a suicidal Mickey Mouse
I've got to, got to, got to, got to
Got to, got to, got to, got to, got to, got
on separate flights
Strangers in the night
Going nowhere
There's a 747 goin' into the night
There's no power they don't know why
They've no fuel they
The roaring of engines burning fuel
We come with thunder wherever we roam
Hail freedom! We won't bend to your rules
We're a lost generation without
Oh lord, please
Give us the strength
The World Book was his trade but paint was his tool
A Chrystler his engine but the Good Book his fuel
from the raging fires.
I'll set this world alight
just for you.
Desire
Face death sublime.
My soul so dark and hollow.
Moulded by
I wish I had me a turbo-engine rocket-fuel jet car
Don't know where I'd go but I sure know that I'd go far
Head a million miles from here, find
Ah yeah..
I'm with this..
Ahhh yeah..
I'm with this..
Hey yo, kickin wicked rhymes like a fortune teller
Had a dog by the name of Old Yeller
of all who were near.
Terror tactics designed to spread disorder and fear.
Potential military targets are left untouched by the cowards
who instead kill
We're the children of the first-world
A livestock for consume and fuel for a machine
We think in circles directed by TV
We obey to numbers they tell
Now you wanna bridge the gaps,
Now you want that person back.
And all your ammunition's gone,
Run out of fuel to carry on,
You don't know what
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