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the implicit picture The picture of hope abandoning me By carving the torment within Seconds Do you see how long they last? Now they're gone To be worth my time
And her footprints make you follow Where the sky loves the sea And when your fingers find her She drowns you in her body Carving deep blue ripples In
gave you. You fell and cried as our people were starving, Now you know that we blame you. You tried to walk on the trail we were carving, Now you
a carving knife Did you ever see Such a sight in your life As three blind mice?
Gone the carving, And those who left their mark, Gone the kings and queens now only the rats hold sway And the weak must die according to nature's
Calling Mister Oswald with the swastika tattoo There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo Carving "v" for vandal on the guilty boy's head When
be a mighty fine town Well, the fox and his wife without any strife Cut up the goose with a carving knife They never had such a supper in their
Calling Mr. Oswald with the swastika tattoo There is a vacancy waiting in the English voodoo Carving "V" for "vandal" on the guilty boy's head
to make me one of four or five I guess this kind of thing's just in your blood But you won't catch me carving up my love I ain't no puzzle piece that
to make me one of four or five I guess this kind of thing's just in your blood But you won't catch me carving up my love I ain't no puzzle piece that
shoulders Come on baby this laugh's on me Stay on the streets of this town And they'll be carving you up alright They say you gotta stay hungry
a mighty fine town Well, the fox and his wife without any strife Cut up the goose with a carving knife They never had such a supper in
most famous son Should have stayed a great unknown Like his father carving wood He'd have made good Tables, chairs and oaken chests Would have
be a mighty fine town Well, the fox and his wife without any strife Cut up the goose with a carving knife They never had such a supper in
The Russians, the Americans, the British and their friends They're carving up the world again, it's getting kind of tense A whole lot of posture
most famous son Should have stayed a great unknown Like his father carving wood He'd have made good Tables, chairs and oaken chests Would have
world's fairest maidens Quick as silver mercury and slippery as a song Winding like a river through a thirsty world of strangers Carving out a legend
To the children's delight That arrived on the night Here they come to play their magic games Carving names upon your frozen hand Here in a world of your own
be a mighty fine town Well, the fox and his wife without any strife Cut up the goose with a carving knife They never had such a supper in t
and prayer There's more than money moving here There's mindless maggot glare Working horrors, humping Tories Spittle on their chins Carving up my children's
dream Convicted by conviction They were carving out your cross They came to take your measurements Just to show you who's the boss Until I reach
or runnin' the block Starving or not, carving the cheek, palming the Glock Figure which nigga could I watch wit a watch I like to knock off my work then I
To the children's delight That arrived on the night Here they come to play their magic games Carving names upon your frozen hand Here in a world of your own
Convicted by convictions, they were carving out your cross They came to take your measurements just to show you who's the boss Until I reach that promised
