Lyrics:
There's a "screw" followed by a "you"
Followed by a "Damn, you've done it this time, here's what I'm gonna do"
And there's a door bein' slammed
sound? That's revolution you hear
Welcome to the greatest battle of all time
We've just officially been targeted by our own kind
The time has arrived
""I saddle my horse as fast as I can \""The message is urgent find the man!\"" The camp soon vanishes out of my sight As I rush my black steed into
When your little life still ends in suffer
And there's no one you can trust
Then you stand alone in your dreams
By all the things you ever lost
it's blue, black and beetroot
Leave it to bleed through, please, no need you
Can miss me with the critiques and reviews
From peeps who couldn't move
Pitch black, dark red
"This world is dead"
This is it, the end of everything
The world bleeds from within
This is it, the apocalypse
We're ruled by
to her shrink, ”I'm leaving home soon!”
Just decided she couldn't take it anymore,
Didn't look back, she just snuck out the back door-
What is wrong with
(By the pricking of my thumbs)
Kill me off but like ban quo I'll come back to plague you
(Something wicked this way comes)
All martyrs seek their cross
said, 'I like Black Sabbath and Motorhead'"
Oh yeah - What's a girl to do?
I've been wishing on a star - let my dreams come true
Sorry, Mom and Dad -
to upstage you
(By the pricking of my thumbs)
Kill me off but like ban quo I'll come back to plague you
(Something wicked this way comes)
All martyrs
Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed
He might pass by in the hour of need
There's a lot of souls
Ain't drinking from the well locked in a factory
Willie Moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair
Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore
by the government supported
Court ordered, good lawyer? I can't afford it
Sound distorted, I don't be where the wealthy be
So they got a cell for me
the dirt and I'll show you the door
And if you keep coming I'll tell you to try a little, harder
Make a little sadder, all your tales
Just enough to feel
to her shrink, "I'm leavin' home soon!"
Just decided that she couldn't take it anymore,
Didn't look back, she just snuck out the back door-
[Chorus:]
Newspapers lying by the door
I don't miss you anymore
I took the elevator down from the thirteenth floor
And you ain't thinking about me
I read
then Mom dukes leather belt
I gets open like doors when I be droopin'
Trademark be bootin, baggin' pants roopin'
Hoopin' and hollerin', nigga shut ya
across from Bronx River
Short Puerto Rican looked it kinda slow
Spittin when he talk from a mouth full of gold
[M] I'm holdin by that
[Y] Just be out
[M]
the black sheep, and I feel I've committed a crime
But living with you is like livin' in jail, and I'm tired of doing time
Kick it!
Huh! Whoa!
is by the sea
Grim rhymes of yore
Were born in Baltimore
The bird said: "Nevermore"
He was in love for
The olny cause of doom
Fighting for love with
This Must Be The Place
V1 From Friday night til Sunday morning
She wore her black lace party dress
a shop on the banks of the Irwell
There Sam used to follow his trade,
In a place you'll have heard of called Bury
You know, where black puddings is made.
Got a picture of your house and you're standing by the door
It's black and white and faded and it's looking pretty worn
I see the factory that I
F#m D E
When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door
Bm E A
And you started
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