Lyrics:
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning,
Look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in
Here we are
Out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love
Here we are, out of cigarettes,
Holding hands and yawning,
Look how late it gets.
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,
And too much in
Here we are
Out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love
what we all pray
By Odin in Asgard
It's land fall
Life from death
Combat rests
Heralds peace for the slain
Valhalla, you are calling
Valhalla, you are
at night
I do know this one thing beyond all questioning it was made to kill
And proof of a master trade is in this arrowhead he made fashioned with
"Um ... this song was written by ... erm, erm..."
What would you sell?
Loose glasses and suit
Heart and soul
Won't wear out
That's not
(Hey yo, Adam, what's up? This is Mix Master Mike, I'm calling from Sacramento, um
Ah, I've been wanting to hook up with you, um, maybe on some
tryin' to prove
To they homies that they can hang by dealin' with me
But once again in the end they D-E-A-D
I never did time on a murder yet
'Cause I
I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down
A two-lane highway winding past a desert town
A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand
I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down
A two-lane highway winding past a desert town
A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
as the Mojave (unnnngh)
step into the elevator push the Penthouse (what)
Smell the smoke in the hall we gettin' bent out
we just sent out for room service
Why
your soul
This time is masters will lead us by the sword
And should we fait them all prevails in Odin's court
Here we are out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love to say
he flips
An enigma wrapped in riddles
This legend never slips
Black Mantis calls
Through ancient halls
Power bound in his arcane walls
Veiled by
guarded by the king
Insanity and the power that it brings
Madness reigns
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Oh yeah
In the Hall of the Mountain King
Here we are
Out of cigarettes
Holding hands and yawning
Look how late it gets
Two sleepy people by dawn's early light
And too much in love
in
Can't you see it's a cryin' shame?
(Forgive them)
Leadership fails before it begins
Motivated by personal gains
(Forgive them)
Tempers flare
inhibitions so that all is left for you
All is left for you, all is left for you
All this left for you now
Master of images
Songs cast a light on you
Rereleased in inhibitions so that all is left for you
All is left for you, all is left for you
All this left for you now
Master of images
Songs cast
the Olso hall
While all the cold Norweigians cried
Who could say
What was left and where was right?
By the way
I could play the blues all night
upset, [Incomprehensible]
Uptill now I've been living like a loner
Gettin' by, ooh, just gettin' by
And this heart of mine has only had one owner
But
the world of hip-hop
Civilians turn into soldiers by the millions
Assassins, we multiply, by the masses
Masters of the game
(checkmate nigga) every move you
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