then 10 times 42, what's that got to do with anything this song's about This jealousy I'll do without Where am I in this fairytale, this nightingale
accept this solution preferring to think of how he can escape Hundreds of them are now coming friend is now an ancient word there's no place left to hide in this
accept this solution preferring to think of how he can escape Hundreds of them are now coming "friend" is now an ancient word there's no place left to hide in this
plastic bullets were designed not to kill, They do. I say that human beings were not designed to kill, not us, not me; We do. We regret to inform you
it By now you just wish I'd fucking die but I electrify Get electrocuted, executed by an executioner of my flow too quick for the human eye to detect zooming by
played practical jokes on Everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin' we cousins, knowin' that we wasn't But like the old
good praying to the pristine alters Waiting for the blessing with Holy water They like the same old wealth in the same old hands Means the same old people stay old
Who cares about the people slain be thankful you're employed It's not about comsumer choice, it's not about convenience It's not about the billions made
a dream! I need to be run away! Run away! When lucky risk come to take me! Do not place among the warriors - to mark a place by Odin's side! Ahhhh! [
't know I?m not as bad as my friends below Why should I believe what you say You destroyed your own life anyway By not choosing, you've made your choice
we make y?all Brother, brother, help each other Brother, brother, help each other I'm not Don Pardo, or Guy Lombardo I Love Lucy, but I'm not Ricky
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin' On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin' On this curve I'm hanging On this pathway I'm strolling
it our way Can't stop this thing we started Ya gotta know it's right Can't stop this course we plotted This thing called love we got it No place for
like this I'm fit for the chase No, there is none righteous, not one who understands There is none who seek God, no not one, I said, "No not one" So
over this before been over and over been over this before And over, been over this before so over this. Been over this. So over this. Been over this.
Standing on old attributes Getting sick of this Feeling ridiculous I'm an overtold joke's punchline I am limbo, waiting on a window Resonating old song You're not
help. Next the old ones were taken away and assigned to a place very near the assimilation site. They were guarded by monstrous, misshapen denizens of this
, St. Ides, Old English, and Guiness Stout Once a man twice a boy with a choice of vice or voice of spite Not enough poisons to pick to enjoy this life