Lyrics:
a derelict...
"Zdrastvujtje! My name is Ivan
Is this the right place? I'm here to see a man
A Mr Kashchei", I was invited in
To "The House of Sin"...
Then
And that bothers me, undoubtedly, hear me when I say this
You people can try to stop it from spreading
But my negus are gonna replay this til we make it
Good morning good afternoon good evening
Selassie I
To all my listeners
Wherever you are in the world
I wish you nothing but positivity
a beast still praying to the east
Not even a man is what I'm saying to you peeps
Bought by Amerikkkans Southern Maryland
Tobacco plantation more cash than
and child-bearing hips
You gon' take this PROMESA from your massa
Man, this never gets old
You don't matter, so your story will never get told
Keep thinking you own
Think of a no-returning feeling darling
That is so alone, the late night is so alone
Man, 'cause I knew literally and vitally
That I'm so
Hey baby, I am your mystery man
Been trying to find you for
Half of a whole life span
The dream is tarrying there on the edge of darkness
You drift
try to keep on holding out
You're at a party the other day and all your friends are there
No one's holding back, is life that good of fair?
By two a.m
are.
I follow You from no fear of hell.
Alone it's gone so hard.
Alone I've gone so far.
The years can be erased till one by one
They fall. Your tears
and talked to me
Smiling joking all the while
Even during stormy times
clways by my side
From the time I was two
I looked up to you
My knight in shining
Completely out man's control
Some day it's gonna catch me
The tornado is right behind
It picks me up to overseas
The tornado is right there
Cumulonimbus
Still, the search goes on
Cause it must go on
Cause I won't be assuaged
By the cooing birds of inconsequence
So yes, I'm pissed
I feel cursed with life
I
I'm made up of instincts,
None of which are too keen.
But I get by with these high cheek bones,
Little faith in people,
Or a higher being.
I
Good love, left me feeling kinda bad,
Riled up, after all the fun we had,
Put off, by your dirty meddlin'
Ain't that long since,
I was your hootchie
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East.
Lone young man takes a seat.
And by the rhythm of the rails,
Reading all his mother's mail
My daddy always a gentle man
Never the kind to ever force his hand
He would always be the last one to raise his voice
If anybody ever put us down
the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde
The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law
The law of man is His presence
man last in line
His back in black and he will be back
Yeah here come to snuff the rooster
cnd we are blind so we don't wanna get up
It's one of those
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for, is
All my thoughts are useless
They keep me from seeing the bright light
Falling down this well now
I'm reaching but it's too high
Is this
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
In a church, by the face
He talks about the people going under
Only child know
A man decides after seventy years
That what he goes there for,
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