his baby, baby do it for me You're the fastest race I ever led You're the finest bride I'll ever wed You're the skin I never wanna shed You're breakfast
left hand was the word fear And in which hand he held his fate was never clear Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride And with his
knew I'd fall so easily You must believe you're givin' everything I need Never to much.. [Ghostface Killah] Snatched the Princess Tricks keep searchin for the glass slipper The first time the brides
keep marrow of my date. Anticipating, I picked her like a string, Every picture made for me, so fuckin fake. Stay awake through this or I'll cut your fucking dreams. (Stay awake) I've skinned
do you believe in hell? Babylon, greed for wealth Do you deceive yourself and let your ego swell And disregard those who most need your help Thick skinned
I saw you in your wedding gown the prettiest dress I came into the room that night and made such a mess In my own way I lovingly kiss the bride With your
the captain in a bar Sally ? go away Sally ? sail away Sally ? dont look back Whatcha waiting for Sally ? hungry for Sally ? thirsty for Sally ? horny for
Thats all I'm thinking on this Grey hound Usually I'll be in this seat with brids and a tre pound But this time I riding for family Like Khaled did for
I know there is no God for me - I am alone Survival in a twisted world - more behind more I am running to the path of the dead - who is my bride Now,
I hold your stiffened body so close to me For years I've lived in a dream Awake, I felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me I can barely suppress
etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless where the spirits make love And pretty corpses hold their brides
etched in skin and bone Dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses That's hollow and tasteless. Where spirits make love and pretty corpses hold their brides
in skin and bone, dressed in make-up and bleached out in the roses. That's hollow and tasteless, where spirits make love and pretty corpses hold their brides
Cold obscurity falls on me Into my soul the winter to return Whips of the storm shivered i hear I waited for you, but you didn't come Monotomy of misterious
, tonight we ride We'll skin ole Pancho Villa, make chaps out of his hide Shoot his horse, Siete Leguas, and his twenty-seven brides Tonight we ride
in his hand And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled Far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw shadows on the wood And the skylight is like skin for
Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman He wants to make you his bride Please to bend down for the one called the Greenman Forever to him
to his bedside, A bed pan for a bride. "And now that this curse is in my blood, a time of redemption has begun. A song for the ages, silent and sweet