Verse. Granny Johnson played a trick on her Grandson Ned,. She hid the feather of a duck in his little kiddies bed.. She sent him to his room after reading him a book,.
Intro. A Wise Old Master is lying in a bed,. Machines keep him alive, but soon hell drop dead.. Sitting here in secret, our eyes finally meet,. What would you ask if you were in my seat?.
Verse. In his little red schoolhouse James Thomson feels alone,. His parents have part company and left behind no place called home.. And in his little private mad house James spends all his days,.
Intro. Marie can see a Banshee walking on still water,. In the backyard of her house beside her two Sons and her Daughter.. Singing her ballad in the winter mornings cold,.
On a parfois le cœur soulevé par la sauvagerie du monde.. On est écœuré par l'annonce d'une nouvelle tyrannie.. Le raffinement des anciennes par les mensonges..
White skin on the black leather. (touch the leather leather, touch the leather leather). Tight skin on the baggy leather. (touch the leather leather, touch the leather leather).
It's Friday night, hittin' the club with my girls, tonight. I'm hanging out with my girls, tonight. (Who?). . Tamika, Ranisha, Shaniqua, Alicia, Myesha, Aylisha.
The windows watch me wait for you. Mirror mirror, mirror mirror. I've seen a world beyond their view. Mirror mirror, mirror mirror. Of course the night times are the worst.
This truck stop: rancid gravy. A man with no hands waving. and the dog 'round my leg bumps and grinds. It rains for miles out there. on mud and tar and still air.
The model volcano by the giant gas tank. The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank. The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace. A tower of riches, beside it the abyss.
Here he comes, in the dead of the month. His hair falling out, his shoulders hunched. Secure with his Third World expectation. [...] open sewers of degredation.
(Lyrics / Music--Richard Thompson) Published by Warlock Music Ltd.. . High up above the crowd. the great Valerio is walking. The rope seems hung from cloud to cloud.
The door-to-door inspector, his knuckles bare and white,. is rapping on your window. 'cause he knows you're hiding here tonight. He's travelled from the city to your country slum.
i'm here on a mission. to tell you exactly what can go wrong if you're not careful. you see, it's like this:. you're running down the staircase at random.
You and I can share the silence. Finding comfort together. The way old friends do. I always turn to you for guidance. We stand up for each other. The way old friends do.
Well if you dont think you can fight this storm. and if you dont think that you can keep us warm. well if you dont think that you can comprehend. and if you cant find a means to an end.
I used to hold on. To every word you'd say. And hold you up so high,. I was breaking my back. To keep you that way.. When your shine wore off,. There was nothing left.
My neighbors all see me stumblin home. They can see theres somethin bloody bad wrong. They hear me singin the wrong kind of song. Just cause my beds been empty too long.
I am The Saviour!. . I am your God, I take you up when you are down. Your heart, your soul, I am your mind control. You need to believe, just close your eyes I'll make you see.
Verse one. You can't even picture tho'. Examples, and shit ya wrote. I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat. Carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish.