Lyrics:
dis nookie
Crown ain't missn boo
Beat ya ass playin Skully
Call me Dudley
We can be two dudes, mess'n by the pool
Call me ya new muse - my crown ain't
gone by the morning
Backwood full of exotic, I'm snoring
Came off the bench, man I gotta be scoring
Damage to my heart, it left me scorn
Thought the rain
Oh my friend he was a gambler
Broken down by idle hands
And he came on down to Georgia
Tried to be a better man
Now his girl's gone up and left him
So I can't be very
Never got the chance
To hold your hand
But that's okay
I became entranced
By circumstance
My love will guide the way
My love will
fall pound it's a headache not a tumor
Before the squad bounce stop at the dock to stock the schooner
Puff by the ounce smoke filling up the tomb hall
With wild cruel triumph Now, now is the hour!
O slave who dares my favours to scorn, to flout me behold!
I will scourge they pride! Bow, insolent
a waste of breathe
It's hard to see the glass half-full
When you're staring from a six-foot hole
Hand-dug by a broken man
So tired he can barely stand
intertwined by destiny's hand
You're the calm in my chaos, the storm in my calm
With armor forged, from nights so long
Together we're fierce, a symphony
had a vision
And you never have been tempted
By the Devil or the Lord
Yes, you who stand above them now
Your hatchets blunt and bloody
You were not
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
The Jews were teaching the Tenakh
Before Christ was alive
Take His outstretched hand
Hunger for the Bread of Life
Soon you'll understand
God is always in
shall perish by his hand.
And all his kindred they shall see, and all shall curse his name
Who bought his life at such a cost, the price of death
Auntie Lola told me to just kill myself
(Shame)
I don't think so, witch, I'm blessed by the best
(Jesus)
No genuine love, only scorn and mean mugs
endless
Lost all your allies after you kicked them down
Blinded by egotistic self importance
Was it worth it for your knock off second hand throne
to break what's deep inside
But we won't let it
But from the ashes of their scorn, a phoenix rises, newly born
We won't be bowed by their cruel delight, our
Tormented by a reality of suffering
Dispossess this agony that binds me
Barely living, constant dread
Withering awaiting my lonesome end
Years
a shadow behind me
Broken, the man that I've become
Weakened by all that's come undone
I wear the crown of thorns
I bear this life of scorn
There's no
to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity oh no
Oh no oh no
Only he knows how to
Face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for
Diversity reinforced
Reinforced by the Hands that touch the skies
Torment has ways to nurture what remained
But the wounds scar the very core of broken hopes
Icyomorthos
Icyomorthos
Tyrannical by nature
A hellish swarm abandoned by our god
A volcano built to scorn the earth
Bring insectile horror
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
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