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It's so nice to be rich, rich, rich, rich...
You are viewing lyrics of It's So Nice To Be Rich by AGNETHA FALTSKOG from the album UNKNOWN
The heaven sheds its tears of scorn on humanity
My thoughts are confused
And suicide is my comfort in endless nights
You have fear,
You are bound
Towards the bottom we fall
Scorn those who say we are
A nation at war
Where criminals run amok
Stick to your numbers
It's just what you perceive
Now
holy dates
But the death swallows him
And all his scorn by the nerds
Damned his dirty home
When a fraternity was made in his house
Formed by lawyer’s
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
sand
Combat – Eclipse the sky
Race with the fury of the Damned
Warhorse – The poisoned seed
Sown by the rulers of this land
Warhorse...
Warhorse –
Now I'm driven to be ten times better than you think you are
Ten times better than you think you are
Piece by piece I've built my walls
And burned
One man, one vision, racial purity,
madman or magician? A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more
the desire
To make you my own
Bup-bum, bu-tle-doo-dle-dum-bum
I wanna be loved by you, just you
Nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
Time: 2:46 beach bum music bmi/beachead music, inc. ascap
Producer: brian wilson/russ titelman
Mixed by hugh padgham assisted by bob vogt at a & m
side, on his hip, that's a 4-5
Never a bum, I rather Hi Tech over rum
You dap me up, i know you see me shining
From pinky finger to thumb
We having
I do not miss your urchin hair
It was never fit for me
But whether by touch or by imitation
I let it crawl over me
Things were better then
is done
By my stripes
Your pain has been healed
By my blood
Your sins have been forgiven
By my scorn
You have the victory
Yes, my death, was traded
Thy men muster at the call and by the night decimation falls upon the descendants
Burying the truth away from the light
Taming these sands with
bum bum
Bum bum bum
Caribbean bread
With the sweet yum yum
Yum yum
As a sabi boy
I no dey like long talk
Long talk
Long talk
Long talk
I create rules
I
reflections cast down by the blinded glass
Embrace the mirror that cracks, judgment comes en-masse
Sunflower full of thorns
Pedestal full of scorn
Is what they
Thousands of voices lament
Over wasted love and lives
While they prospect suffering
In a feroscious process they pledge loyalty
To death’s curse by
and seven, five and nine
Watch the planets realign
Joy and anger, love and scorn
Part of me since I was born
I'm often told that I will be
Shaped by a cosmic
any too clean
I put on my brakes
And I opened my door
I could tell he was a bum
By the muddy boot he wore
He said I'm going down to Haskell
Got
boomin'
Couple girls called mad, said they coming by they self
Mad at me, 'cause they done got invited by somebody else
Gotta get that function
Bum bum lecę jak kula z armaty
I pieprzę co by nie mówili i tak znam się na tym
Jak rozpierdalać więc rozpierdalam
Nawet się nie waham znowu pęka
mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!"
"Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over
And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework"
"But
I never wanted to be
A man of mystery
My life's an open book
by James Joyce and Agatha Christie
Sometimes I get confused
Somewhere around
I've been through the fire, walked through a storm
Faced all my fears, I've weathered the scorn (yeah, yeah)
I've been knocked down, but I won't stay
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