THE CARDS: Bum bum bum bum Painting the roses red We're painting the roses red We dare not stop or waste a drop So let the paint be spread! We're painting
cartas marcar. Cosa de bien o malestar Todo se empieza a despertar Con este polvo que ha llovido. Que aun nos cuesta respirar He divagado por la noche marchar
at the Leopard Plaza apartment complex. The Droid Control Marshall's are full of fun rules today. No faizers only chainsaws and electro-daggers! Remember only card
No weapon formed against prospers 54:17 From Isaiah lay a nigga down and spray ?em If the dealer dealt a fucked up hand of cards you've gotta play ?em
me Hoist up a few tall cool ones, play some pool and listen To that tenor saxophone that's calling me home And I can hear the band begin when The Saints go marching
, well, well, here we are back in the studio again Look at that, hey, I don't need no cue cards They got the engineers holdin' up cue cards What's that
house of horrors (Shaggy 2 Dope) La di da we gotta protest that Some rock and roll ninja bit the head off a rat Let's march in his concert and chant
, the hydrogen laugh, the cure, the grass, the medicine, the farmers, the club, the growers and the citizens. The caters, the champ that amped um for the marching
'em not to bang Better believe we goin' to kill all the witness So test Flesh, gotta put 'em in check every time Here we go march in at night Just picture
Some people are always Heaven made Some people will live impermanent for the rest of their days Time marches on Yesterday is better than tomorrow Life
Of a disappearing act Oh and when you hear the saints go marching in As you're walking down your street again No magic wand can make it stop And as your house of cards
own business And they was on me I can't help that broads want me Let's makeup before we go to sleep What's it gon' be? Chanel, YSL, Marc Jacobs, Gucci
by Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story Got shot in the breast and I know I must die Beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly Play the dead march
your dice? Show your cards? Jilted lovers and broken hearts You're flying away, while I'm stuck here on the ground Why did you roll your dice? Show your cards
sit quiet at the back of a class with so many things open to questions, it's too late to cry - there's no one to ask. Marching in time down a production
to sit quiet at the back of a class. With so many things open to question, it's too late to cry - there's no one to ask. Marching in time down a production
, I'm trying to watch television. Bert: Okay, smart guy, you watch your ol' TV. I'm going to play a record anyway. [Bert promptly marches back to the
must die It was once in the saddle I used to go dashing Once in the saddle I used to go gay First down to Rosie's and then to the card house Got shot