Can you hear me?. Hope you can. Listen here closely. You'll understand. . Make way for the killer race. They use the Bible. Millimeter by millimeter. Millimeter by millimeter.
Put it in first and then I punch it, listen to the engine roar. Lay a patch of rubber for a block and half. When I push it on down to the floor. Do I roll? Well I guess, Thunder Express.
Back in Lincoln park where I was mostly raised. Hanging around town where I got totally crazed. Surrounded by bitches who just wouldn't give it in. Who thought that getting down was an unnatural sin.
They told you in school about freedom. But when you try to be free they never let ya. They said "it's easy , nothing to it". And now the army's out to get ya.
beef bro passami una cartina. dark gang 777 alziamo soldi in cucina (trappando in cucina). lo faccio davvero non è soltanto una rima, aspetta, adesso ci ascolta anche la polizia.
You trust in money, you trust in gold. You pray for riches from heaven above. You build a mansion from a pile of sand. You trust in power. . But you bite the hand that feeds you.
I am standing at the edge of my mind. If I look in, I might fall in - I sense danger. I'm divided, but I've decided it's my nature. But if I look back I might fall back to yesterday.
Turn A Blind Eye Lyrics. To the desperate young, turn a blind eye. To the old and lonely, turn a blind eye. To our inhumanity. To our death dealing vanity.
Too Many Tears Lyrics. Now as you know. It's your time on this earth. From a rock in the cradle. To a ride in the hearse. We keep moving upward. Toward everything free.
Tremble Lyrics. First born, grace begins. More bones, more skin. Veins surround me like a nest. Tie me in, first caress. Home. A womb to grow human in.
This is your life; this is your world,. Beginning to end.. This is the price of Heaven, our hope.. This is the time; this is your life.. . The push and the pull; we give, and we take..
I can see night in the day time. Into the woods I quietly go. It takes all the strength I have in me. These are the woods. The night of the soul. Painful to see.
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki). 1, 2, 1-2-3-4. . Oh yes, Am a traveling man. No place to call my own. I travel on the wind, Blow home. Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine.
(Booker T. Jones). They call me the Hunter and Lord, that's my name. A pretty woman (girl) like you child are my only game. I bought me a love gun just the other day.
(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki). I try so hard to be your lovin' man. I do what you want me, I do. But a man needs a woman, He don't wanna share. So girl what's wrong with you.
(Ralph Burns Kellogg). Lonely, lonely tears by my bed. You know I never call you. You call me instead. Sadness, sadness please go away. Every time you call me.
(Come on let's rock and roll now). . In the dirty towns on the dirty streets. Thereæ?¯ a violent wind that blows. Across the generations men like me. Have been swept to these crossroads.
Your head on my shoulder. Two months youæ?³e been a soldier. I feel so sick inside. Two months youæ?? have been alive. . So no one here knows your surname.
Every day I get up from off the floor. I keep on coming back for more and more. So many times I get it in the face. I keep on running ' til my dying day.
I'm a man who bites hard on the bullet of silence. If only you could feel the pain I hide. Know me, like I know you. . Still water running deep in the cavern of my soul.