Lyrics:
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "my God,
I am the beast of war, for my king
Idol of the sons of Ammon
I am the flash of red, for Moloch
Abomination of Ammon
I am the thrill of the kill, for
tough
With my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New
for hung juries
Strung along a song of spawning thorns of fury
Numb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this worries me
Carpet by my spearheading
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "my God,
be ashes by the dawn
Your Beatles, my Stones, your My Aim Is True
Staying up late every night
With your cigarettes, Jim Beam, gallon of gasoline
SHE JUST MY TYPE.
I BEEN HERE IN THE CLUB cLL NIGHT CcUSE POURING UP DRINKS IS WHcT SHE LIKES.
SITTING cT MY SECTION BEING BLINDED BY LIGHTS. 1 DRINK, 2
All I really want
Is sex in the morning, sun
And confidence
Maybe some caffeine and compliments
Cause I'm
Easy going son
Just always on the run
But I know, in my heart, this burning sun, may bring you back
Yes I know, in my heart, this burning sun, may bring you back
I was always running from
know Christ, He made the sun
And God saw it was good because His Son made the sun
Aint not horoscope Horus
YHWY made the sun
By way of His Son
Before
with the bullet
Came through the door, tripping but never lost his footing
I put in the revolutions around the sun
And always put my foot in the crevices
moving around
Their bodies reflecting on the ground
The black sun gathers its sons
It is the natural blackout
There's a black sun burning outside
c black
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "my God,
the mornin'
You know, I dig this mornin'
The sun is shinin' bright
I'm gonna get outside
Gonna wash my face
Grab my hat
Put it on my head
I take a walk downtown
You know that I've been sun kissed
Baby, by you
I'll let this memory burn into my skin
You know that I've been sun kissed
Baby, by you
I'll let you
blinded by the rising sun
And when it fucking sets
I won't be waiting on
No motherfucking rising son
Fuck your God, I'll burn him on the cross
Burning
But I'm looking to love
Looking up at the sun
Burning up in the sun
Don't know where I'm going now
But I'm hoping for love
Don't know what it was
Maybe
With JD in my roll I've got time on my side
We're hitting the road friend with friend side by side
Open up the throttle thunder roaring loud
Sun cooking
With JD in my roll I've got time on my side
We're hitting the road friend with friend side by side
Open up the throttle thunder roaring loud
Sun cooking
Africanism
To put my people back on their feet
Take what's ours robbed by the system
He said by any means
Let Malcolm live through us
Black liberation
illuminating through the dark
Another burning face of death
The initiation of the Mason, 186 my name's left in the Book of Revelation
Reminiscing about
On the come up, on the come up
I been workin', til the sun up
Word to my mother we came from the gutter
Talk that shit, clique, run up
We gon' slide, like
I
Overcompensate
For my inner feelings
I
Will exaggerate
All the deeper meanings
Cruel as the sun
Broken like all the ones
Before us
Cruel
I
Overcompensate
For my inner feelings
I
Will exaggerate
All the deeper meanings
Cruel as the sun
Broken like all the ones
Before us
Cruel as the sun
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