Lyrics:
will you kindly read what it was I brought thee
Right Voice (Reed, Yule)
Hello to Ray, hello to Godiva and Angel, who let you in? isn't it nice
MORTICIAN : Eric Idle
CUSTOMER : John Cleese
DEAD PERSON : ???
DENNIS : Michael Palin
WOMAN : Terry Jones
BLACK KNIGHT : John Cleese (?)
VILLAGER #1 :
saw rain shine than sun fall, saw nobody home
Saw candles burning in the wind, I saw Lou reed in Rome
I saw the land beyond my wildest dreams behind
you scrolled through my older tracks
I'm just the Romeo mourning his Juliet
Hadid incomplete without Lou Reed
And do me a favor and save all that
and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by
and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by
and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by
at the record store punk rock circle jerk
See her sweet Goth smile lost in forests again
Down in Alphabet City used to score
It ain't like them Lou Reed songs
My love for you
Is like a angel flying through the sky
Like a bird in the winter and
Your love for me
Is so deep, and sorta like a black rose
The Demons ring the Sabbath bells
Rejoice the witches chant
Preper the sacrifice - by fire
The blood runs black through heavens shell
Declare the witches
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud
Off shore banks, tanks approach the location
Bombarded by the circle of death formation
Telecom lines
Morning comes
She follows the path to the river shore
Lightly sung
Her song is the latch on the morning's door
See the sun sparkle in the reeds
The angels out the heaven
Who professes a whole new rap, session reposessin the gossip
back so black, better hand over your act, or trapped, to
Seven
six-string cast
And travelled through the country
Jackson, Tennessee
I didn’t meet Lou Reed
Just a bunch of reckless guys
Aimin’ up to nothin’
A bag
Morning comes, she follows the path to the river shore,
Lightly sung, her song is the latch on the morning's door.
See the sun sparkle in
The angels out the heaven
Who professes a whole new rap, session reposessin the gossip
back so black, better hand over your act, or trapped, to
Seven
the dusk
Of the musk of a squid
Shot full of ink, until you sink into your crib
Rowing along, among the reeds, among the rushes
I heard your song
sin? What's after death? Are we all kids?
Is there a god? If there is, there must be a devil
Yin and yang, black and white, day and night, liquid
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
harass Us
They Don't want us To be Free
He Say I Hope You Got Some warrants
Nigga You Ain't Got Shit on me
Protected by My Angels
So i ain't worried
Aw shit, Aw fuck
Me, Kali and Ces we go to get bucks
On the path but didn't think we'd get stuck
By some crass lads that's 'bout to get tough
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