Hey, a golden sunrise, it's a Santa Anna day! Hey, a golden sunrise, it's a Santa Anna day!. A butterfly tattoo, with lots of booze, hey a golden sunrise it's a Santa Ana day!.
The metal scene has gone to piss. Boneheads lead the way. Playing fast because It's in. And then they go away. Instead of kicking major butt. They start to slow it down.
Warriors of leather unchained to rule the night. Ganglands join together to fight the metal fight. Speed and fury now delivered to the hungry crowd. Trashing like there's no tomorrow, that's what it's about.
Give me the weapons, I'll finish the job. I do what I have to, to win. killing the weak if they're not on my side. I don't know the meaning of sin. under command if you're paying my price.
Pretty as an angel, but the bone of the devil. The smile of a fox, but talking on the level. The figure of a lady peekin' through the holes. Tying down my wings, pulling on my soul.
You took it for granted, you thought I would leave. Your friends were in the bar, you picked a fight. You never expected that I was protected. You never saw the danger in your sight.
Living on the east side, trouble's on it's way. Get your piece together, take your place and stay. Is your pistol loaded? ain't no room for buts. Strangers eye to eye, hope you've got the guts.
Verse 1 *(Black C)*. . It's strictly this game that I'm stickin to. and stayin true. tryin not to do what those fakers do. while I'm payin dues. I'm makin moves in this rap game.
Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. C-Note, C-Note. . *(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*. . No one's gonna lace you, like I do. I get around babe, no one can lace you better..
(Black C). Sorta like a psycho, a nigga just might go. Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a schitzo. Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean.
it builds up inside. intensifies. contained within never not i. anxiety. ready to explode. i shiver failing to hold it back. reality. drifting away. from conscience on my back.
Well I can't believe what I've done. Unlock the door to my secret place. thrust onto me with arrows to my heart. the inevitable, my soul's ripped apart.
Southern Air, Southern Air. If you're flying down to Dixie you won't find a cheaper fair. Southern Air, Southern Air. Yeah they'll treat you like kinfolks.
Well out in the country we didn't have mortuaries. and so it was always customary. For the undertaker to do his job. and lay your kin out there at home..
Here they come down main street. Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar!. Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin'. And the Vanguards and Motorcycle Corps.
Well, in the frozen north of the Yukon. Lived the king of the Royal Mountie Force. Sergeant Preston was his name. King his dogs name was. . He had a big red coat and a big black boots.
Now baby doll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum. Honey-bunch, angel face. You know you better be good. And act like two fine lovers should. Be careful what you say and do.
Remember back when working hard. That baseball games and grandma jar. Appetites grew strong in the Georgia sun. . 'Bout the time you could smell the meal.
Well a woman I love is named Ramona. She kinda looks like Tempest Storm. And she can dance like little Egypt. She works down at the snake farm. . Chorus:.
Sympathy__ makes you undone. Affinity__ two certain beans having fun. Empathy__ makes you undone. Enter to another feeling. Becoming undone. Problem_ mad-tic feelings yeah....