Lyrics:
the Devil
I'ma rob him with six rounds and a steel
Cut his head off
Mount it on the wall by all of my deer
Fuckin' punk, gimme that fiddle so I can
Leave
That I wouldn't mind
Time is life's great healer
It's a bandit in disguise
Stealing all your memories
As each year passes by
It's the same old story
the Jesters
In your Kingdom by the sea
And now we're out to be the masters
For to set our spirits free, set free
We want to feel ya!
We don't mean
and will
There's many times we've tried
We cried together but we fought
We staked all to be free
For the lowlands of Holland
Have claimed my destiny
So you
scars
Where can you hide
A lonely Angel
A flicker of curtain
As the street lights dim
Possessed by Prophecies
Here comes The Dreamer
Weaving
the dust of time
In an ancient rhyme the truth had been sealed
On a broken shelf it would all be revealed
It had been there for years
And no one ever
it all away
Yeah I've got it down
I'm gonna feel sorry for myself
I want to blame it on everyone else
I want to be self centered
And make
The key will dangle by the inside
You may begin to understand
That this is the night we ride
This ain't the garden of eden
There ain't no angels above
detective, I'll play bloodhound, sniffin' up clues with my nose in the mud
Down here in my shantytown, leave you alone, for the rest of my life
By the time I
The key will dangle by the inside
You may begin to understand
That this is the night we ride
This ain't the garden of Eden
There ain't no angels above
We were standing by the gate.
He said, "Oh my, it's getting late!"
Then he took off flying to the south
With a black snake in his mouth.
You
Street signs read anywhere anytime
Can you stop the bus
This is where I wanna get off
Confronted by trendy chic hipsters
Treading like hamsters
Just picture a penthouse way up in the sky
With hinges on chimneys for stars to go by
A sweet slice of Heaven for just you and I
When we're alone.
her eyes are speaking to me
But when the flesh is gone, my soul is all I travel by
And my guitar will vanish like the earth and the sea
Yes, my guitar
Woke up this morning had a spliff for breakfast
Slept good 'cause the toast wasn't under the matress
Hop up in the shower, give my honie a kiss
I'm
world
we'll all commit...SUICIDE
Search my mind for reasons
to this uncured depression
This void of emptyness prevails
What the fuck happens here
All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood
Through a whole in the wall
You saw the free world trading in bones
There's
Faygo and neden hoes all day"
Fuck yeah, I throw my Pro Winds on my feet
Lock the house, and wait for em in the street
I wish I had a piece of gum
I excel with high fidel, like an
Amp, made by kenwood
Droppin' bombs, wreck these comps
Like only a man could
Mc troll stay so small, flair go stare
Words and music by John Kay, Rocket Ritchotte and Michael Wilk
Hey baby, you and I should get together
Hey, baby, come on girl, let's get away
Just
Make believe you're in a jungle movie
Watch the baby elephants go by
The beat is groovy
It's a brand new dance you ought to try
Come
Another night
Another play
Only marking time
In a fools parade
Tell me if you dare
Was this all just a big mistake?
Well then let it out
Say what
of the blade
I have the pin, but you have the grenade
Fight back, don't kneel
I search for your achilles heel
By the visible light of the pinball machine
I see
the darkroom, all is red
Developing shots from my head
The photographs are clear as fog
My hands are covered by her blood
I can't explain or talk my way around it
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