LIFE SEX & DEATH. from FALZE. this lyric sheet is a mess, so I'm just gonna try to convert it. to where I think the lines end, judging by the capitalized words, enjoy!!.
Woke up Christmas morning. Angel said to me "pack your bags tonight". Just a child of five I used to lie awake and think about the silent life. I made a telephone call to Jesus.
Overthrow get below overthrow. Overthrow friend or foe overthrow. This is the time this is the place. Get inside your tank. You're a tank. You're in the game.
Don't you see that now my hands are shaking?. And don't you hear it in my voice?. When I tell you I could die. Tell me, am I mistaken?. . Don't you see that when I walk, I stumble?.
Night and day I keep on running. Where and why don't ask me please. Don't be shy. You could miss something. Before you die at the end of your days. . Take a photograph.
Born to walk this beaten path,. That has run us into the ground.. Thick skin and strong liquids,. Wont kill the awkward tensions,. . Concerning reality versus your faade..
With every passing day,. The events we anticipate,. Become harder to separate.. . The truth of what we know,. Buried underneath,. Miles and miles of white noise..
Its hard to sleep at night.. When I close my eyes,. Flashbacks haunt my mind.. Truth be told, Im not the same. . The streets were covered white,. On that windy road home..
High register operational. . In the land of the gouging skiving sun. Their bodies in the room, lad. Never an honest day's work is done. They call it the Tomblands.
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?. Shovelled up like muck. Set the night on fire. Wombles bleed truncheons and shields. You know, I cherish you my love.
If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone. Still then the spirit in her children's children's children, it lives on. If you've lost your faith in love and music, oh, the end won't be long.
On the bus the other day. You could tell right from the start. There's magic in all that you play. But oh, can you play guitar boy. Can you play guitar?.
The boy looked at Johnny and said. My word that was fun. Oh when he did it with his hat on. And a saddle and a gun. Please slow motion eating your breakfast.
I've got a little secret for ya. . Even now there's something. To be proud about you. Come up the hard way. And they'll remind you every day. You're nothing.
You don't know what you have done. Now that you're owned by the night. Owned by the night. Owned by the night. You don't know what you have done. Your mind makes its own forms in time.
This pulsing sound. Too close to ignore. Reminds me of a dream. That can't exist. That won't exist. . A distant voice. Deriving from the past. Tells me of those glorious days.
This wicked streak I have in me that I never wanted you to see. In my heart I hope and pray. I'm not this way but I am. Girl I try but I just can't seem to find.
I was born on this mountain a long time ago. Before they knocked down the timber and strip-mined the coal. When you rose in the mornin' before it was light.
Ya got the ads got the cons got the TV got the blondes. Got the 4-letter words and the pens and the papers. The right and the wrongs the weaks and the strongs.