Lyrics:
Oh lord, I close my eyes
Till the day
I go blind
And I, I do not care
What you're doing over there
On your throne in your palace of gold
As long
Well hello, Boogie Palace
I'm sittin' here alone
Listening to the music
Of electric saxophones
Now, there ain't no sexy dresses
And there
must be misunderstood
A warden in a pool of blood
The palace laugh and so they should
Across the world in every coup a thousand guns without
believers
Flock to their side
Grasp at their robes like
Lost fucking children
Hang the cunt(s)
From the rafters of his(their) palace(s)
Nail the corpse(s)
in this journey
Chaos my destiny
My palace of wisdom [My powers and wisdom]
Acting on minimal instinct
Gates of steel secure my fortress
Grant
all around the world
I've played all kinds of palaces
And laid all kinds of girls
I can't remember faces
I don't remember names
Ah, but what
it's a palace
My new bitch, ooh, she the baddest
Space coupe, ayy, it's the fastest
Anything I want, ayy, that's that status
Yeah, yeah
Take you
money est sur la table, sur
The palace of excess leads to the palace of access (sur la table)
Hideaway!
Le money, sur la table (hideaway)
Le money,
hopin we can hit change up, got a palace for your love, yeah palace for your love, yeah a palace for ya,
Lil mama wanna freak it on me now, we can do
people I could name
Halfway through the thirty minutes
Halfway round the world
Here's the story on the genocidal overlord
In the palace with her
Of prophecy untold
I will wander through the desert
I will seek you in my hand
In the silence of shadows
In palaces of sand
Then a voice called from
princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace
Is it bright where you
Meet me outside of my palace
Don't need no approval, girl, you valid
Let's make out right by my violets
Don't watch me do it, close your eyelids
money est sur la table, sur
The palace of excess leads to the palace of access (sur la table)
Hideaway!
Le money, sur la table (hideaway)
Le money,
money est sur la table, sur
The palace of excess leads to the palace of access (sur la table)
Hideaway!
Le money, sur la table (hideaway)
Le money,
berserk, the band said, "What a jerk."
As he went into a blues rampage.
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
the rich
Out of the palace and into the ditch
Steal my money, steal my car
Took my woman and my old guitar
Runnin' crazy, runnin' wild
Blind alley in
princess of a palace cracked
And now the kingdom comes
Crashing down undone
And I am a master of a nothing place
Of recoil and grace
Is it bright where you
palace in Europe, and there's nay bugger home.
There's the Duchess of Cornwall and the loyal Prince of Wales,
Looking crushed and uncomfortable in his
Little Mikey and his army men
Were laying awake in Manchester
Growing up on Grove St.
Living without answers
In that big yellow palace
With warm food
What a lovely trip
I'm feeling so fresh and alive
And I'm so glad to arrive
It's all so grand
It's easy to see you don't need a palace
To feel
Build an extension
A colorful palace
Spare no expense now
Come to this house
Be one of us
Come into this house
Be one of us
Come to this house
storm this palace for you
We'll storm this palace for you
And I'm not the one you miss
Well I'm not the one you miss
Well I am not the one you miss,
measuring our progress
By burying our waste
Pyramids, palaces
Railways and mills
Viaducts, offices
Pipelines and canals
Bells for the architect
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