Do What Is Wrong. If Only I Could Wear A Strait Jacket And A Hockey Mask, Maybe People Would Start To Realize That Only Time Changes The Essence Of A Man My God, My God
Fordítás: A Hang és düh. Istenem ....
sick SWAT, when shits hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my face Fore me and my ace
sick SWAT, when shit's hot, ya get shot The fire, the fury, ya fuck with it not Ya stoppin' the grace, get out my space and my face Fore me and my ace
sound and the fury Left all alone in a war zone Carry the sound and the fury Hours later thoughts of my bed Leave me tired and ready for sleep So tell
so called "angel" has to fall! RAOUL: Angel of music, fear my fury - Here is where you fall! GIRY: Hear my warning! Fear his fury! CARLOTTA: What glory
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
to my shadow, he advised me not to worry He said i should plant my tree and let it rise out of the fury So give me some light, a little love and some
I was supposed to wait, but let's motivate I want to see who can keep followin' and swallowin' Takin' the makin', bitin' it and borrowin' Brothers tried and
sound their dreams as they whistle by This weather uncaged--destroy Mother of Troy an ancient god descends upon the land and backhands the once serene Sound
turning my guardian angel harpless And the rest to sweep the mess under the carpet (under the carpet) I drag a yellow taxi meter behind every measure And
shit out you off my two-way You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own No, I'm in and out your home And this in and
this movie gone astray You've had my soul on layaway And now you're gonna pay Darkness and evil surround me As the hunt begins Good vs. evil Me and
, he said You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're so pretty and I'm so lame You're
to tell I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams I got cellulite on my thoughts and dreams But I'm not so clear, these potions and creams I got cellulite on my thoughts and
you hang in the world when, where ya girlfriend Hanging with my crew and steady serving Come get your feeling hurt and come act hard I got a ditch in my
my name Take my fame WHILE YOU AT IT TAKE MY SHAME Take my flaws Take my blame Feel my dirt, Conceal my hurt See my bruise Do this and you will walk
