That old black magic has me in it's spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Icy fingers up. And down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Jack Frost nipping at your nose. Yule-tide carols being sung by a choir. And folks dressed up like Eskimos.. . Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe.
Won't you stop and take. A little time out with me. Just take five. Stop your busy day. And take the time out. To see if I'm alive. . Though I'm going out of my way.
Here I go again, I hear those trumpets blow again.. All aglow again, takin' a chance on love.. Here I slide again, about to take that ride again.. Starry-eyed again, takin' a chance on love..
Won't you stop and take. A little time out with me. Just take five. Stop your busy day. And take the time out. To see if I'm alive. . Though I'm going out of my way.
Won't you stop and take. A little time out with me. Just take five. Stop your busy day. And take the time out. To see if I'm alive. . Though I'm going out of my way.
I could almost feel your breath. I was that close to you. I could have picked your pocket if I'd wanted to. It was all to good to be true, all to good to be true.
A Mormon missionary walks through Vasa lane. Through a clear-as-crystal Gothenburg morning. Removing his suit jacket, loosening his tie. Wiping the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes.
It's plain to see. you won't be there. for me. in the long run. in the long run. it's plain to see. you won't play fair with me. in the long run. not in the long run.
Grateful. No need for you to explain. No need for this to spell pain. This may not be a failure. This loss can be a gain. . You know that I won't say goodbye.
Kill.. Fight 'til the death in a living hell.. Fight 'til the death, remove any wait.. Fight 'til the death in a living hell.. Fighting death.. Fight 'til the death in a living hell..
You, we're coming.. Rotting in the wastes below.. Die, killing.. Rotting in the wastes below.. . Rotting in the wastes again.. Giving the chance to die..
You've found once, live wise.. The taste to come, we'll go.. Lost right taking the face, the coming show.. Threatening skies.. Threatening skies.. I will fear rising forms more slow..
You will soon come with me to die. And find that death is not the end.. Who I say, who will, who won't be freed.. Tell me that this is not the end complete..
Scratch, scratch, should be there. Misdirections of rotting corpses. I'm now sulking in the corner. . Five more minutes and we'll all be dead. Five more minutes and we'll all be dead.
This is how it happens to you. That's how people get fucked up. "Niggaz, crackers, whiteys, jews.". This is how it happens to you. That's how people get fucked up.
[Chorus 1:]. It's (it's) be (be) cause (cause) of (of). These drugs I do, that's why I do the things, I do. Be, cause, of,. These drugs I do that's why I do the things, I do.
[Chorus: repeat 2X]. . Trife thieves we can't be trusted. step into my clique the wrong way. and get your motherfucking dome busted. We got cement shoes for all you damn snitches.
This is how it happens to you. That's how people. Get f***ed up. This is how it happens to you. That's how people. Get f***ed up. . If you a loud mouth.