hung Between forgiveness and the damage done An electric scent over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as his winged parade
this instrumental. Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all, When the music's dead I'll have Ted Nugent's head hangin' on my wall. Kill one of ours, we'll kill
fuck in a back seat. CH: We are the rain and sleet, come to ruin your parade and we wont ever fall in line with all of your charades. Pretty like pictures
herself made every call. (Suddenly, NORMA appears at the top of the stairs in a dazzling diamente evening gown with long black gloves and bird of paradise
want me in that newest spring wear Called ?chalk design? I love vanilla to the chocolate kinds So I don?t show up at parades, unless its for the march of dimes Round 2 If words could kill
knew when we would play on the swing set She was my queen Oh believe it's true I will stay close to you And when you're sad you can look at the picture
it?s happening I drink on glasses so I bleed I just wanted you to know Yeast sinks with gases so try to knead, me to you A picture perfect chocolate
slash bandit, slash cannibal Grand it like Hannibal, slash Marilyn Manson Tattoo's, duck tape, snatch dudes for ransom Hundred bricks' of jewels, let me choose a mansion Kill
drop my last 16, so sick teens will stop write! A vicious comeback, never ever left, but it had a rest Now they want to arrest, cus we kill and molest
is written Profusion I love Thy will - shall be your end Replace - replace the truth Become yourself - in a land Where no one dares to take command Pictures of paradise
It's all on you nigga Oh, I'm comin for the capture What you wan' do nigga Mystikals who I'm after Grab yo' steel and shoot I'ma killer not a rapper Lil
hung Between forgiveness and the damage done An electric scent over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as His winged parade
When I was most beautiful, Cities were falling And from unexpected places Blue sky was seen When I was most beautiful People around me were killed And
And paint me a masterpiece of a parade... A parade of the dead sun. Writing (Writing this letter to you) This letter to you. (I slice my wrists) Kill
over this instrumental Let 'em freestyle, winner takes all When the music?s dead I'll have Ted Nugent?s head hangin' on my wall Kill one of ours, we'll kill
lights are killing ever slowly. The sanity with in me. Maybe I lost in my creation. This isn't how I thought I turn out. In your eye's I'm picture perfect
winner takes all, When the music?s dead I'll have Ted Nugent?s head hangin' on my wall. Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours. With some friendly
it's gone, gone, gone You get the point now You pick yourself up off the bars He's on his arm now Cause they remind you off the pictures on the wall