We're going down. Into churning waters and we will plunge. Through the great divide and we will be buried in the water. We will be buried in the water
girls and fat ladies Too much make up in young faces Which are already old Cheap lipstick on the cigarette-tips (Don't) mess around with the bitch (Don't) mess
I could've been the king of other flowers. Your rattlesnakes would be charmed and smiling hard, but we waited for too long. I could've been your golden
So now I find myself again, I'm crawling back into a bottle. You just blame it on yourself, despite what everybody told you. They just don't have a
Well, you say you're mine But baby you don't show it You'd better fly right 'cause before you know it I'm gonna set my foot right down on you Gonna stop
to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright
with a light like an old gold miner No need to taste test the puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess Can I get my
a light Like an old gold miner No need to taste test The puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess (3x) Can I
the gate and went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking
navy I know how many times you played my song Thirty one, thirty one And the color of my modern heart Broken smile, broken heart I wonder how you ever made it Holy
hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy
Thinking Im Doing Voodoo Can't Understand The Words You Saying(Nope) You Need A Translator I Aim Before I Shot Then I Assassinator She Be Catching That Holy
heights Gee wilikers Batman, holy satellites Who the hell are you to tell me ease up on this mic? You, sadly have mistaken me for someone that I'm nite I mean not I messed
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity So I'm saying I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots Get shot three different ways Matter fact, make
grew and I flew I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of
Where I stand, its pointin at me, but its with my hand I need you, you holier than I am, I am [Chorus - Krizz Kaliko (Strange Lane Choir)] (Holy, holy
