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Screaming Trees Bed Of Roses

Where do you stand when it's all over? Washed from the earth and down to the sea Do you lie in a bed of roses? Are you still aware? Guess that you don

yeah Give it to me now, give it to me now Give it to me now I wanna, li-li-li-lick you from yo' head to yo' toes And I wanna, move from the bed down

myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees

hand And in the monastery garden sat a woman with a book A manuscript that lay within her frail and trembling arms She looked around her nervously as guilt rose

from dirty bottles Runnin through these streets high-speed at full throttle Ghetto role models, so what the fuck y'all tellin me Misdemeanor cats wit raps, wannabe felonies Fuck sellin trees

what you say, but you're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears

of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees

[Part I - The Beginning] I was down and I found no need to live Walked around with the moonlight guiding me Met a man who was sitting by a tree Went

of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees