Lyrics:
In the sweet old country where I come from
Nobody ever works
Yeah nothing gets done
We hang fire, we hang fire
You know marrying money is
In the sweet old country where I come from
Nobody ever works
Yeah nothing gets done
We hang fire, we hang fire
You know marrying money is
to my name
I do play to the lovelies
And their ancient games
Bag of nails do I see
Hang fire on liberty
Cracked up and you'll pay
Good hunting
Bag
Section
Deflection
Elevation
Hang it, fire
Rounds complete
Section
Deflection
Elevation
Hang it, fire
Rounds complete
Dark of night
Soldiers summon
Full moon and a lunar eclipse, tension rises with the misfits
Staged our raid on a rest day, man made properly paid
Hang fire, look who's here
can get in or out
Running out of food for ammunition
Frightened of the darkness
Sending out scouts
Why hang the fire so close
Why hang the fire
says,
""There are so many things I'd love to tell you,
""But then...""
Don't look behind
Keep moving on
Hang fire
The ones whose faces were
finished off the bottle
And she's pulling out her hair
Hold Tight
Fade away
You've lost yourself
Now you've lost your way
Hang fire, hit it again
'Cause
finished off the bottle
And she's pulling out her hair
Hold Tight
Fade away
You've lost yourself
Now you've lost your way
Hang fire, hit it again
'Cause
Strawberry milkshakes so nice
Lucky for you, that's what I like
That's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like
That's what I like
Hang by the fire
The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard
There's a bloodless moon where the oceans die
A shoal of nightstars hang fire in the nets
up tote
Hang fire up, I choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss man, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick
The boy child is locked in the fisherman's yard
There's a bloodless moon where the oceans die
A shoal of night stars hang fire in the nest
There on your face, it's worth the wait
Hang the mistletoe by the fire's glow, put the angel on the tree
Light a candle in the window just for me
started smoking
And the sky turned the color of a crow
Fires in the northlands
Floods to the south
Put the pedal to the metal
And let it all hang out
with a draco, let it bang
If you is a broke boy, you can't hang
Fire up the stage they go like ay
Now I'm up, all the girls they say hey
I just pulled up
Come and hang by the fire with me
Kissing under the tree, we'll stay up real late, real late
Santa might just have to leave
Tell him to pass on by,
on the fire
Hang a frame on your wall
Slap a smile on that face
We're not here very long
Tides have changed and the sea is rising
The currents cover forgotten
And were still fucking pale faced
Home is dead and it won't be saved
No family crest to hang over my fire place
Taking on the burdens
And carrying
me now
Out of the cold, into the fire
Ooh, just hang tough and we'll make it somehow
How many times have you given up more than you got?
Countin'
the fire, while I'm acting a fool
Now, I wanna do it, girl I wanna be free
Cuffing season round the corner, run it with me
All I really want do is to hang
I hang with heathens
Yea
I hang with heathens
I hang with some heathens
They hang with demons
Play with that fire please don't give em a reason
They
don't know what to do
I think I might set my house on fire
Hang myself from the telephone wire
Bomb the trade center
And crash all the trains
aim at a body make a helmet hang
Fire ounces in my boxers make my pelvis stank
Swallow oxy for the problem until i levitate
Stout packed with turtle,
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