Lyrics:
Living dead is what I've become, only nothingness inside of me
I walk in these scorched lands, accompanied by inner demons
No light in my last path, only
helpless
The slow trickling sands of time
Forsaken
For you, my daughter, I cry
I'm bound in silence
And wait here since two thousand years
For my
King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand
Two thousand horsemen all at his command
In a fortnight the rivers ran
Red through the land
The year
How come after thousands of
Years of experiment
Our new nation has come so far, so fast?
All this in less than two hundred years
What is the secret
...Only Satan left to judge us...
My name worth a 1,000 year reign
Flip the Haurricane, Drinks flooded, Concussion
Left the wraith marked
Back on my third
to judge us...
My name worth a 1,000 year reign
Flip the Haurricane, Drinks flooded, Concussion
Left the wraith marked
Back on my third plague, back on my
years to life in Bedford Hills
Cause Sheila Ryan shot Bob Bissett dead.
Three men jumped Sheila Ryan on the street.
All were armed one raped her in a van.
I love to smoke, I smoke seven thousand packs a day, okay?
And I am never fucking quitting I don't care how many laws they make
What's the law now?
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
gateway
In thousands of years ram through the final frontier
The Lyre greets us there
Our ship at drift into the void
Through nothingness deployed
With
instead!
A thousand years of torture and hunger
Drove the people away from their land
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the British
20 plus years of selling Johnson & Johnson
I started out as a baby face monster
No wonder there's diaper rash on my conscience
My teething ring
they refuse
To worship our idols and gods
My name is Hannah, my first born son
Now stands before this king
Guilty of keeping the Sabbath laws
By
million years floating in the void
Three hundred million years just being annoyed
Three hundred million years is a very long time alone
Everyone is dead
alive
But I only like dead rappers
Compare me to the best rappers who died
And you rappers I used to look up to
I gotta cancel you now
Like Simon
on a date
We can hang out by the lake
Don't be late
Mummy won't you come and hold me
A thousand years we've both been lonely
Wrap me up inside your cold dead
To kill himself by overdosing and lived
He had the mind of a two-year old and drooled creamed corn
On his Thomas the tank engine sweater
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
Fuck around, might do a drive-by in a fucking foreign
Feel like a mormon 1000 wives, I might've died a 1000 times (might as well)
Make your shit
the haze, on my way
So much will stay unsaid, mute till we are dead
So much stays undone, forgotten when we are gone
I'll wait one thousand years, cry
in , here drink this
Artillery man:
Thank you
Journalist:
What's happened ?
Artillery man:
They wiped out.
Hundreds dead - maybe thousands
head strong
If I quit now, then I'm dead wrong
Fightin' off this hunger for hours
Big stepper, nigga, don't get stepped on
The money might fade, but
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be
Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie
Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
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