Search results for 'The Holy Knives'

disagree
Agree to miss em
I'm oh so holy
Knifes go into me
Like I wooden block em
If they try to topple
I'm no jenga
Someone stop him
Caught em poppin' 
Like

And age's bloody, sharpened, holy knives
With dreams of power, greedy, old, fat lies

As they all had to be on fucking skies

Life is torn apart,

evil taints our souls

The night of judgement has come
Infant blood stains the holy knives
Can’t they see it’s the only way?
Seeds of evil be unsown!

The glory of angles , 
Hits like  “chorus afterlife “
A strife with the “meeker”
Slits like holy knifes

Understanding all his  words
Squashed , but

you haunt me
And he wastes me
Oh, fire and knives and holy blood am I enough

Jericho my love gone
Jericho I am undone
My bones they're cold but you

that you can own that can't be owned by anyone
Honing the same holy stone contriving knives from sacred bone
Running faster than your legs can carry you,

900

The Breeders

Cannonball

1993

With tables and chairs
And holy books for all
With knives and forks
And a thousand miles to go

But brother, I love you
900 to go
One down

that serious the holy behest
The holiness, holy remains
With your painted faces, knives in hand
Looking like members of the same death cult
Ready

pressed tight
Wash away the blood stain
Polish all my best knives
Ready to attack, holy water strapped
A notch for the belt and a bone for the pile
I'm

Fast Cars

Aesop Rock

Fast Cars, Danger, Fire and Knives

2005

Block will lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit
Slaughter beef and cow tip
Pour the chief some fountain soda
Motor prone to pen the holy opus

Knives out, bitch I got my knives out
Fuck around and you'll prolly find out
Tony Hawk my grind, hit that Uzi Vert
I'm flying now, can't keep me

steps on the horizon
He meets the holy man who says
With mother nature we've conceived the sun
And he's the one that blinds you to the truths above
But

In the middle of the night we speak
clways loyal till he falls asleep
Fill your ears up with the air I breath
When you juggle all your knives round

Knives out we're going down
Just like a slasher it's a massacre
Bloodstains on holy ground
Here's your happy ever after

Alive for the weekend
We're walled

a holy rolling stone)
How many hands can you hold
When you can’t
Hold on?

Don’t bring your knives to this fight
They won’t let you win
Don’t bring your

prophet just for profit
Nothing holy, nothing honest
Nothing real, nothing human
Not enlightenment, only darkness
Shame
On my knees I plead I
Feel shame
Is

Billy the Bum

John Prine

Diamonds in the Rough

1972

harm him
Nor your knives tear him apart
Humiliation killed him
God bless his little heart

Now he lived all alone in a run down home
Near the side

baby hold me so softly
All of your weapons and all of your knives
Leave all of it on the outside
Holy water for, holy water for embers
Holy water for,

Forty days, forty nights
Forty years, forty lives
Forty limbs, forty knives
Surgery; sacrifice

Amputee; amplified
You will bleed; you won't die

got two knives
I got nine lives
She been on my mind at midnight
And I don't wanna girl I don't need lies
Yeah I'm getting higher up like a pay rise
I

Straight American Slave

Rocket from the Crypt

Group Sounds

2001

But we ain't movin' now
But we ain't movin' now
But we ain't movin' now

Buffalo soldier
Break dance with knives stuck in your back
Holy water
Pours out

Dancing on the Jetty

INXS

The Swing

1984

to the world
Letting gods tie us down

Hit cities sharp knives
The right clothing
Dancing on the jetty
So our feet stay dry

Watch the world argue
Argue

Stabbing Art to Death

Showbread

No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical

Shall we use needles or knives to realign your spine?
The tissue degenerates so rapidly,
Perhaps it proves it is the time 
To cover your face

Immaculate mother of the holy soul
On behalf of the overdose
We come to you uncomfortable in our ways
Please don't slam the door all in my face