Everybody said so, man You could see it on TV They stood there ashamed With nowhere to go Nobody wants them now The kids are alright Every day is a holiday
Everybody said so man, you could see it on TV They stood there ashamed with nowhere to go Nobody wants them now the kids are alright Every day is a holiday
Now that we're men, we can do anything Now that we're men, we are invincible Now that we're men, we'll go to shell city Get the crown, save the town and
Made Out Of Bodyparts From The Graveyard Some Had Turned Green, Some Are Black, Some Are White She Has The Face Of A Nobel-price Girl She Has The Brain
Take me back to California I wanna get back to California If I survive these Georgia nights I'll be back in Florida. I wanna get back No one can survive
Tongue tip tied to the roof of my mouth Bad naughty little angels come rushin' out (Tongue tip tied to the roof of my mouth) Bad naughty little angels
Russ and Jimmy You?re balding and you stutter That hurts my feelings Your teeth look like broken tiles That hurts my feelings I?m glad you?re out of the
Behold bastard son I am the evil one No glory to be reached No more thy slavery The passions I besieged Spawn terror smash thy will Ye pale dominion
Ohh, ye whose future is in other hands Foul feeders, slipped are you on your excrement? Parasites having the world lousy Imagine you are of significance
so swift, so silent, anonymous uncontrolled of vile fantasy predator, stalking his victim lusting for power, embracing horror searching to fill the black
Engulfed by my aggression All souls consumed like this. Looking upon your body, Upon your flesh empty of life and cold. A female virgin body Lifeless
First things first, Ms. Monroe rises from the dead The henchmen came, knocked down the door To my never never world I hope you die, die monster die Die
New music New listening Not an attempt to understand something that is said For if something were being said The sounds would be given the shapes of words
behold bastard son I am the evil one no glory to be reached no more thy slavery the passion I besieged spawn terror smash thy will ye pale dominion fades
They creep and crawl They rise and fall Spread greed and hate Above you all Yes, money rules Feeding my might I've managed fools Crisis worldwide And
A couple of pills for my aching head what happened last night It?s totally blank Empty bottles are everywhere And who the hell is that guy in my bed..
new music new listening not an attempt to understand something that is said for if something were being said the sounds would be given the shapes of words