Yeah It'll make you mad Comin' live from the 305 Whoo, this what I do baby This song goes out to all my dope riders My Chevy riders On them 24's with
(will birch/gordon russel) I ride a mare with a neck of steel I pack a spare with a loaded wheel Shoes and tie made of rhino hide I keep an eye on the
[Taylor, Green] Plumes of smoke are rising from the city streets below Stainless steel and candle wax cast a sickly glow Let us prey Death will stalk
Die Zeit walzt Ein Lichtblitz Trifft meinen Stolz Und entzA?ndet mich Legenden der ErlA¶sung, wie SA¤ure auf Gestein Der starre Blick in die Sonne reiA
Albenstahl - getrübt vom Wundtau meiner Kämpfe Einst existierende Dimensionen verlassend Schwaden schreienden Nebels - wie Erinnerungen Wie
Soaked in Darkest Lights Deep in his Soul - His Shallow Grave In the Deepest of His Inner A World of Immortal Arts As the Cold Midnight Winds captured
Fearing death from war A priceless scandal arises Scared people's muscle tissue To be sold to others as meat The scandal will end Human butchers have
Herne, Herne, Herne, Herne! Come with bright eyes a-flashing Come with your dark hounds crashing
Through bleary eyes I see the touch light Beyond the panes I sense a danger There's silhouettes of a hundred people My Sister Moon would reveal no stranger
I have a watch tower I have the light the emulates I have the key that fits I have the love that radiates We will be on the throne We'll cast away the
When you see me You've been trying to hide I could eat you And it feels just allright Any cold winter night You will all die When my prey is wounded
I was sitting On the roof of my house With a shotgun And a six pack of beers The newscaster says 'the enemy's among us' As bombs explode on the 30 bus
And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached Just to your left, there in the
The night is black, without a moon The air is thick, and still The vigilantes gather on The lonely torchlit hill Features distorted in the flickering
where are you going says mildor to moldor where are you going says jack in the can where are you going says bob the red nose where are you going
Three men went a-hunting But nothing could they find Till they came across a mouldy cheese And that they left behind The Englishman said "mouldy cheese
When your life has all been token And your stance is akin to breaking hearts You've grown weary, I'm not weary I can take your past It's eye open time
would you expect any less from the people at the top? for the beats, beats that go with losing any war, taking lives in their hands, stringing all the