Lyrics:
the names, re-write with control
Censored the phrases, remodel heroes
Will you remember what was to forget?
Your finest days are gone with time
Dargor
Mighty and brave is the fighter of shade
He's prince of the darklands, Dargor his name
Adopted by Vankar, old wizard of Helm (Helm)
Days of Thunder
Johnny Gwynn, 2020
Verse 1
I hear a storm rolling in
Like that old engine
yeah my Ford Mustang
When I was your man
Out on Vineyard
scarred by the limelight
Hurt by the sun
As it shone on the needle
When the day's work was done
Could it be that we've waited
For 30 odd years
For a man
destroyed
There’s a chicken leg chilling on the balcony
Left over, friend, one day old
Well, the pan didn’t fit in the fridge
Bout out there it’s certainly
Still full of fire and gasoline
He was still lean and mean
And they still called him Texas
And on the day he died
She was right there by his side
nine
He can do what he wants because it's his right
The choices he makes change a nine-year-old's life
You could be a hero - heroes do what's right
wants because it's his right
The choices he makes change a nine-year-old's life
You could be a hero, heroes do what's right
You could be a hero, you
cheefin' higha than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin'
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
on the nickel spot
Gangsta P got 30 for a nickel rock, repeated offender
Should've told that nigga stop 'fore they ate him for dinner
The church ran by a sinner
of them
Beginnings have ended in days come and gone
All the heroes have crumbled and fell
Honored by wives for a slice of their lives
And a future with
than a hooker on the weekends
Seven days a weekend man, I walk in yo church reekin'
Now Lester called me a heathen old fish eyed fool
Bitch had
The only front line in our cause
They need much more than our applause
But help for heroes hides away
And they go home each day in tears
To try
The only front line in our cause
They need much more than our applause
But help for heroes hides away
And they go home each day in tears
To try
to the rhythm, listen to the sick track
Old tribes are ruled by the same old rat pack
Ev'rybody flirts with the killer of the zodiac
Crowds are cheering, heroes
think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin' iron
day you're in and the next you're lame
30 is old and then you're almost 28
Whatever that means
'Cause sometimes I'm the life of the party
And other
black
Now take it back, you attack
Just prepare your boots for an adventure
It's in the bag
They made the gravest of mistakes
Doomed by the eyes
I remember hanging out with you
In front of that old record player in your mom and dad's living room
And in the evenings, we wore the grooves out
all because of zeroes
Bullets play percussion for corruption but if we were heroes
If we were heroes
If we were heroes
The day is waiting to be saved
We take a rest from praising our change
We're tired of denying our old ways
Of all the poison running through our veins
Turning our hearts into
A world divided by mechanical
Arms will uprise
The most elite will take them
Down with atomic surprise
United through the 30 years
We were ready
I'm too old for heroes
I'm too dead for ghosts
And though God doesn't exist
I'm sure if she did
She's probably just laughing at you bro
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