Lyrics:
from holy
But this matrimony provided the script
To live on
And live by
Grow up and grow on
Get on and get by
So forth and so on
And this here's
Ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody approachin' us
By the time they catchin' up, we smoked it up
And my eyes be red, my lips a lil' dark
The Lou is more
unless my cock's soft
Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure
[Chorus]
I'm a desperate rado
Didn't take any practice
A desperate rado
You're taking two to your head, I'm coming fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead
"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature"
"It had
then I have to wake
Get to work, keep it goin, can't stop, can't take a break
Gotta get it done, in time for me to do the things I wanna do
But by
And each strand of her hair is really insect eyes
And each hole in her tongue is always occupied
By the milk of the sun
And each hair on her head is
"Friends that we're here, for now we'll"
"Be forgotten"
As we glide through the air
By the chin on our hairs
Like the skin on a pair of red eyes
Been drivin' all day
Now night's comin' on
Pulled off by the roadside to take your call
Scattered leaves in the clearing
Sun sinkin' red
Daylight
all breaks down
As they watch by the fires a reality you a
Change is all I want but I can't do it all
When the crystal world can the darkness call?
By turning cash into a god
In comes the flood
Wake up America
In comes the flood
Wake up America
Moneytheistic religion
Saints of the red
Red is a color of memory
Blue was a way to green
And, darling, you did gamble
'Cause you were a dying breed
Yes, you were dying breed
Yellow
fallin' from a cloudless sky
I get high, forget about it all
Red lights flashin' behind my cracked up rearview mirror
Thunder crashin' down
You put a bullet in my head
Turned black thoughts to red
This could all end in tragedy
I dream of your death
Lay you down to rest
I won't look
There was a red light coughing up a room of blood
And there were forecast seven inches of snow
And there were two tunes playing in my head at once
SPOONS.
WITHIN THE RUINS AGAINST THE FIRTH
THE SALAMANDER HAS GIVEN BIRTH.
ONLY RED HORSE RAINBOWS CAN SAVE US.
LET THEM RUN WILD AND ASUNDER.
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
War, war, war, war, war, war, war
On a silent shore
I spoke to god
The sun is down
Assemble the great pandemonium
War
One more down by
the cable caught my leg, and, boy, the damn thing bled
Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread
Sit me by the camp, gonna have the cook clean pans
The autumn leaves drift by my window
The autumn leaves all red and gold
I see your lips
The summer kisses
The sunburned hand I used to hold
own
Save the gold sword that he bore
But I loved him for his self alone
And the colours bright he wore
For had he come in England's red
To make me
beds
And sterlin' silver in the dirt
Turns the past into a southern charm and
My red ain't covered by dirt
Woah oh woah oh
Woah woah woah oh
If your
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
Twenty-inch blades on the Impala
Call her, gettin' laid tonight
Swisha rolled tight, got sprayed by Ike
I hit
sitting by your side.
Finally I unlock it,
The wire coloured red,
The one that I must cut to,
To put this piece to bed,
And now this strange dilemma,
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