Lyrics:
tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it's hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I'm flickin on
passin by these hoe like
want to turn away
From everything you have created
In this world when you felt so unknown
You blame the sun for all her light
That ever fell your way
lit by the holocaust
Beneath my ribs (between my lips)
Mousy toy
How did two tiny ribbons untie
And unfold into a lime tree?
Then to darken a room
and we've made our lists
Have you ever been haunted by the little shaking fists?
It's some missionary complex that keeps me testifying
It's time we steal
not you're man or hubby
I'm handsome no not ugly
It's the flow spit tin, go getting, high class to chicken
By pass those pigeons hell
Shake; shake when
Imagine a place where freedoms just a word on the wall
Surrounded by the wreckage of towers that could never fall
The company will avenge
Imagine
suave fellow writes
Heterophonic tunes of how love bites
Red the proud loud guy we adore
(Is my amp too high?)
No, turn it up more
So Grey in
to play the Tinman.
They say we all will get our entrances and exits
When's my turn, I'd like to know?
Cause when it's finally time for someone to be
resolved to change my views,
Still I am tumbling fast from the clouds,
Back to earth.
No matter where I turn
It's this lame-arse fear, in the same
And the buildings all turn into trees
And after a while
We find ourselves down by the sea
The beach was a dessert
Outside in an old magazine
The sheiks and the harem
heads turn
Sometimes a badge of honor earned
Always a reminder of pain endured
Never a way to say these words
Beneath the machine
Constant noise inside
to face with my insides
I felt so bound by mindless ways
As life unfolds so does my faith
I've burned all paths that lead to peace
Now all of them
Fall asleep, gone behind the wheel
Sleepwalk makes the turns, still I woke home
Amazing faith and what its done
Some had or had none, ennui's bare
By black we ride, or so they say
Our need for reason, there greed is paid
Powers rumble for spiritual sway
Paths are laid then leaders stray
It's
Today we're in a state of blasting bullshit through the air waves
Wasting money, precious time is lost over the network race
I can't turn on my TV
Faster, hammers!
Faster, hammers!
Churn and turn into my late train to my lost love!
Ring away today, stick, bruise into my felt, or so I felt
I
the Alps, lived only on apricots
Picked by the side of the road.
In Vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only French
But mostly bickered.
They fed
There I was, just standing in your shadow,
Just standing in your pool of shade venere.
Here I am, still yellowed by the summer,
Still sufferin in
Originally performed by Black Sabbath
What is this that stands before me?
Figure in black that points at me.
Turn around quick and start to run.
Find
Hey! What're you trying to do?
Don't look at me when I'm talking to you
Turn away, close your eyes,
Don your shades- don't you realize
You can't
See I've gotten everything
Complete for you
Turn that part way
It's with it I found you
Here there's pillaging
Here I cart her arms
She takes
line
People in shantees
Feel the train go by
The billboards overhead
Advertising high-rises
Build a better tomorrow today
The man next to me
Die young
I live for today
No one's standing in my way
'Cross the desert I ride
With an army by my side
We love the action at night
I'm speeding up
The jacket off his back
I turn around to thank him
But he waves me with a smile
I can hardly believe my eyes
He puts on a halo and starts to fly
Take
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