Lyrics:
sainted eyes suffering our compromise stand up! the
Door is open wide stand up! it's time to turn your tide just once tell
Me what you keep behind those
Baksheesh, Baksheesh
I'd sell my sainted mother
For another glimpse of paradise
Baksheesh, baksheesh
Twenty years, deep cover
For another glimpse of your
French
On sainted shore
Undress for a four or ten, nothing more
ED smiling while feeling down
And so I had to go for I cared to know
When you despair
I
the President is sainted by the Pope;
I wanna be there in an age that offers more than hope
Every day's a holiday and I'll be there
Every song's a song
I fell out of heaven
To be with you in hell
My sin's not quite seven
Nothing much to tell
Lust I haven't craved
A sainted boy I'm not
I take
he got bashed
Yeah, he got sainted
You know it wasn't for the cash, yeah, yeah
I gotta move
(I gotta move)
I had a taste
(I had a taste)
I gotta move
believe in the loveliness
I believe in this sainted mess
I move to strike the motion
The jokes that you wrote didn't float
It gets broken
Dare you
misrepresented
initially you looked like you'd looked like
you'd been sainted
but now I am acquainted
with your dark eyes and dirty mind
was
Are sainted to the sky
Where there was darkness
Now only light
Uncounted Jazzmasters
Rising up from the bottom of the sea
The wicked are nought
both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
Clasp
skulls were iron-plated
Belching fire, freshly painted
8000 Battalions of Knights freshly sainted
But before they fought, they were vaccinated
in black and those
Whose lives where thrown in with the dead
The candles lit, the stage was set
As it was in sainted days
When censers swung
and nothing more
Prophet! Said I,
Thing of evil, bird or devil
By the heaven that bends above us,
By the god that we adore
A sainted maiden... named Lenore
Take
All our wants and needs have been sated
We have escaped the cruelty of the night
Calm is for the weak and the sainted
We want something that we just
mothefucker
Bad ass mothefucker
Bad ass mothefucker
Bad ass mothefucker
I'm tattoos and fuck yous
A killing machine
The devil in leather
The sainted
am mine as you are
And none to stand above me
03. The Plagues
The rights
The plagues
Deserve a chance
In this mess
I stand alone
I am sainted by me
I
Free frost sainted schemes, nervous spine of the rat broke
Compass needle lost the wheel, purpose bent every last spoke
Observe absurdest artists
to the grave
He closes his eyes a sainted slave
He says...
One day if they're tellin' my story, I won't die
Higher story, borne of revenge
Tie on, don't cry,
bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels
slowly complaining about venomous regaining
Inside all of these painted pictures there's crawling with sainted figures
Their all trapped in here forever,
the valleys they raced
Chariots they rode, their skulls were iron plated
Belching fire, freshly painted
8000 battalions of knights freshly sainted
But before
the times you've pulled me down
It's a minor miracle I've lasted this long
If they sainted anybody who was still alive
I'd be a shoo in that's for sure
I'm
your room contemplating all that's been and
Here's to all the things that you've seen
Dainty feet across the dawn of time
Sainted black hearts with
girl swallowing my applesauce
Show off imma go fast like the autobahn
Gifted imma thank god cause I’m lifted
Vicious I am unique I am wicked
Sainted I
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