Lyrics:
sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke
Don't get swallowed by the undertow
But I been cool so far
Even when the days, yo they grew so dark
Nothing's been better than the picture that I drew so
drew join the cries in my head
I never could agree
With what the world had planned for me
A lifetime of lust and greed
So much suffering
Blinded by
pride?
If you abide by the rules, then ya time flies by
You ain't look both ways but still crossed my mind
You stay like crack in my brain, like fire in my
pas comment l'dépenser
Voices in my head, j'sais pas comment les venger
One for the junkie, j'vais jamais dénoncer
Hanging by a thread, mais j'ai pas
and denounced by Fascists. Such chilling cruelty, such inhuman actions. These were witnessed and endured in Forlì.
Standing here, in front of the San Mercuriale
When I drew the tin I grinned, but I very soon got skinned
By a girl by the name of Maggie May
Oh, Maggie, Maggie May, they've taken you away
in the vicinity
The proximity, the Glocksimity, we on Yosemite Sam
Bam, bam your body drop, Van Damme, karate chop
The Beretta's a better competitor
Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
on the wall
That I think my daughter drew as a rainbow
You're standing in a pentacle
Being judged by lower level personnel
Garth Brooks said I have friends in
Ands I drew in my head and was turning around
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his
the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
And galloped away to the west
He did not come at the dawning
He did not come at noon
And out
tight see through
My phony life I drew
I only cry inside I'm to
I was doing so well, no more second guessing
I fell in a well, hit the floor a regression
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the chimney St nicholas
Came with a bound
He was dressed all in
fool, I could see it in your eyes
To come this way was by no means wise"
"Get up, stand up, you greedy-lipped wench
And cover your face or suffer
and pawing
Of each little hoof!
As I drew in my head
And was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas
Came with a bound!
He was dressed
Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
So I wonder how you're doing
Without me by your side
Did you get the job you wanted
The one that drew you away
So I wonder how you're doing
Has time
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
I'll run away with you by my side
I'll run away with you by my
Close my eyes
Let the whole thing pass me by
There is no time
To waste asking why
I'll run away with you by my side
I'll run away with you by my side
you're going to go
And don't come back
A walk through the sky in quadruple time
And I, and I, and I
Swallowed by the blue
I drew a dream in the ash
waves in the moonlight!)
Then he tugged at his rein in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.
He did not come at the dawning; he did not come
Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
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