virginia
All the men in suits'll face their mortal truth
And the day that we bomb langley, virginia
All the men in ties burn with their
Normal lies
In »
Langley, Virginia
Lies Inc./Dear Valued Customer
by Snog
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a jug of punch.
(Chorus)
A carey pippin to crack and crunch and on the table a jug of punch.
Ye mortal lords, drink your nectar wine and ye quality »
The Jug of Punch
Make Way/Goin' Places
by The Kingston Trio
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All I ever knew
When you left was suddenly taken
My skies no longer blue
And my faith mortally shaken
Pain from my pores meat
With the screams »
Under Blackened Skies
Chasing The Grail / Remains Alive
by Fozzy
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Handing a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill
Not that he forgets
As he takes a crumpled bill
And thinks this is better yet
A pot for »
Tuzla (Avarice)
Heaven & Hell
by Joe Jackson
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would have to pay
Her raven came, one evening to her table
And warned her soon she'd pay out for her sins
She cried alound, 'My merry days are over'
'For »
The Witch of Berkeley
Vampyre Erotica
by Inkubus Sukkubus
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you
You come and go like the goddess you are
We're mere mortals below
Fingertips run through your hair
We are mere mortals below
Are meant to be »
Dragon
Lulu
by Lou Reed
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focus-time stands still
Keeper of the stars, I hope to never find
We are just mortal souls left to die.
We all create this imagery.
We all increase »
All Bodies
Alaska
by Between the Buried and Me
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search the neighborhood
Actually the neighborhood bar
And you try to be gentle
With the mortal men we are
Look at you lonely lady
Tired »
Bachelorette
Lulu
by Trip Shakespeare
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Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek
Rumbling restless as inflicts post-mortal vengeance
Tell-tail dung marks across the operating »
Clinical Colostomy
Goremageddon
by Aborted
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She?s with me
I proudly tell the maitre de as we arrive
He seems surprised
In a clumsy moment as he looks for room, for her blessed chair
A table »
She's with Me
Never Going Back
by Collin Raye
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wasn't funny, no, when I was bleeding all over the table
Yeah, now as I recall, hey it wasn't funny at all
But you kept on laughing, huh, like it was »
Kid Inside
The Collection
by John Cougar
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no beats, so you get no seats
At this table, you ain`t stable with the mic cable
Kane and Able, jealous brothers
And I knew some girls who were »
The Meaning of the Name
Step in the Arena
by Gang Starr
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your body starts to shake with fear,
you feel the demons clawing at your skin,
trying to pull you into their crypt.
Now, walk towards the table »
Evil Church
Black Goat Ritual: Live in the Flesh
by Enthroned
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can we see his grace
Yes I was wrong storing treasures in a mortal land
God help me so I won't fall again
Betrayed by the silence around the table »
Material Sanctuary
Material Sanctuary
by Veni Domine
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Words Of Wisdom With Great Authority
You Can't Escape When He Invites You To His table
"Please Be Seated Don't Be Afraid I Will Show You All My Secrets" »
Face of the Prosecutor
Fall Babylon Fall
by Veni Domine
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dead
Is turning in his loamy bed indignant at your new 'enlightened' age
White-collared knights at boardroom tables dream their own financial fables, »
Skyclad
Wayward Sons of Mother Earth
by Skyclad
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division
Sellin bootleg movies, got my VCR on a evasive maneuver
Be that as I chooses, drinkin tropical it's just sittin
At a table with sophisticated »
UNIverse at War
Illadelph Halflife
by The Roots
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[Gipp]
The mortal orbit your nadir, don't cross the fade
Chillin in Decatur, where it's greater, secure streets
In the hood late at nights, dippin fine »
Distant Wilderness
Still Standing
by Goodie Mob
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on a evasive maneuver
Be that as I chooses, drinkin' tropical
It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches
Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my »
Universe at War
Illadelph Halflife [Clean]
by The Roots
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and binding mortal souls
Passed down the monk's families for generations
The secret rituals and the proper incantations
Circle pentagrams in the corners »
Trapped Inside
The Opaque Brotherhood
by Dark Lotus
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the operation I apologize (sorry)
The air's rooted in carbon
I'm but a mortal archer parked in amber waves of starlets
I'm fresh out of Geppeddo's woodwork asylum »
Mayor and the Crook
Float
by Aesop Rock
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