Lyrics:
anyone. I'll close my eyes and make this wish. nothing that a falling star could do. cross my fingers. walk by winter. hope by summer it comes true. its not
on top
Don't cross our path 'cause you're gonna get stomped
We ain't gonna give anybody any slack
And if you try to keep us down we're gonna come right
Don't want to wear a cross, 'cause it brings no hope
In the beginnin' as we know, started back in the land
Well defined, their complexion was just like
You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
[Repeat: x2]
I ought to cross you off my list
But when you come a-knocking at my door
Fate
to cross us
Huh, let it be known that when we come we let it be shown
Real soldiers ride till they gone, come on
Now Makaveli be the general (all hail)
You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
[Repeat: x2]
I ought to cross you off my list
But when you come a-knocking at my door
Fate
He's back, and he's a big shot, baby on a rampage kickin' in the pit.
He's on attack. He drinks a beer, kicks an ass, every day it's the same old
strong
5 fucking years through the blood
And the tears
The fuckers hitting us time to fuck
Them all back
No N.A.T.O., no peace, just total
Fucking death
eyes
To our hearts and livid crotches
To be cross and alone
Our tongues and lips are smothering
Our lungs and hips are shuddering
Feed with me
When a right cross sent him reelin' put him face down on the floor
In place of Mabel Joy he found a merchant mad marine
Who groaned your Georgia neck
Out of the rain, under the shelter
I've been so long where the sun don't shine
Standing at the cross-roads, could have went either way
But now
from home and tomorrow
I'll be here again
On this lonesome highway, where I've never been
I can't cross the river without bridges that I've burned
Back in junior high, well, I was a bit wild
Pretty safe to say that I was a troubled child
Didn't go to Juvie but they had me on file
Drinking
The booty back and forth like a prostitutes
Twelve years old and the knocking the boots
Like professionals who to be profitable
Took ‘em from
These images of the television heads spouting promises that disappear in
days
move and shift as we cross the Styx (and the carnival slips out
brought lie with the cross to the proud nation.
The calm is cut with bloody sword
The country is burning
What did their god bring suffer to our lands for?
he tries not to fall, doesn't wanna cross the line
but every night he hears the call
chorus:
the call of the wild inside
inside his head
that
You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
[Repeat: x2]
I ought to cross you off my list
But when you come a-knocking at my door
Fate
the days
Now you're going home to stay
I resent the strained politeness
Cross-country conversation gives
I drive in silence
Self-titled king
ain't tell ya that,
Fuck who you with you need to get with this instead of that,
Now holla back,
You need a man, who could put a lot of money in your
Will lead to the new cross burnings
And who will be hanging next from that tree
Who'd have my sisters stay at home
To feed and mend and tremble?
You've got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
[Repeat: x2]
I ought to cross you off my list
But when you come a-knocking at my door
Fate
Day come white night come black
You could wait forever to get this loneliness off your back
Even the moon waits for another sun
To shine a light
Buried deep into the tomb
Still alive with bleeding wounds
In agony I suffocate
I will return to seal your fate
I will be back to take revenge
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