[MORGAN]. Yo blud, yo blud, beg you do me a favour,. i beg you tell da world, or whoever's listenin to this CD,. where tha f**k so solid's coming from.
Beauty Pacifici! Ora pro nobis!. Nights. Stones. Rains. Light. Sword. Fight. In Cursed Earth.. Life - is war. Man - war. Dream - mirror. Death - is the door..
A humans thirst can never be quenched. Too much is never enough. Due to humans weak mind. Resistance is unbearably tough. . Humans can not suppress their primal urges.
Fools! Stop waving Your flag. And clean the shit off Your glasses. Freedom of speech, a government lie. To calm and quiet the masses. . Freedom of speech exists.
I sit in Tracy's bedroom. In my knee socks. And Chelsea's beanie. Talking boyfriends,. Tongues and weenies. Eating ice cream. Until we sleep. . I'd like to paint a picture.
Guilty undertaker sighs. Lonely organ grinder cries. Silver saxophones say I. I should refuse you. . Cracked bells and washed out horns. Blow into my face with scorn.
I wanted to be loved. I wanted to be known. I wanted to be held. I wanted to be thrown into this world. . I wanted to be your little girl. I wanted to be shy.
I ain't gonna be your fool. You know this lady is not waiting. For words untrue, I have to die. . 'Cause I'd rather crawl home bleeding. Than be chained to you, I love your freedom.
Conductor. . I gotcha!. Uh huh, huh. You thought I didn't see ya now, did ya?. Uh huh, huh. Ya tried to sneak by me now, didn't ya?. Uh huh, huh. Now gimme what you promised me.
[Intro: Sophie Beem]. You want it. I got it. You want it. Baby, I got it. You want it. I got it. You want it. Baby, I got it. . [Verse 1: Sophie Beem].
Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all. Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all. Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all. Yes, yes y'all, yes, yes y'all. . Ruff rugged tha incredible one, Soopafly come wit' tha bomb.
Yihaa!. . I do believe. Jesus Christ will come back one day. I say one day. There will be no more sorrow and pain. . I do believe. In the coming of the Kingdom of God.
It could be when I'm dreaming. It could be on the streets of L.A.. It could be on a Monday morning. On a daylight train. . It could happen when I'm lonely.
And as the weaving spiders. Spin their web of debt. Across the globe. The victims of deception will be met. Awaken now and reclaim what's yours. Your freedom is at stake.
I've been wrong and I let her down. Either gone or just not around. And I was wrong when I said I'd change. 'Cause all I ever changed was her name. . This morning I tasted doubt.
Match, the rope, wires, tied up in twine. Corkscrew, dictionary, time. Paint, paper, pillows, ink the hangman. Tape recording, postcard, sign. Stamp it 'Evidence Of Life', tomorrow tracks the three-four line.
I want you back, baby, come back to me. I want you back, baby, come back to me. I want you back, baby, come back to me. I want you back, baby, come back to me.
I saw three ships come sailing in. On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day. I saw three ships come sailing in. On Christmas Day in the morning. . I saw three ships come sailing in.
Ohhhh hooohhh. . *Let me tell you now*. . Ohhhh uhohhh. . VERSE 1:. When I had you to myself. I didn't want you around. Those pretty faces always made you stand out in a crowd.
The way you fix my tie in the morning. And always brush my coat before I go. The hurried kiss I get from you when I'm leaving. It's the little things that make me love you so.