you it's true It's a fact, music makes you violent Like Michael Jackson telling little Timmy to be silent You don't believe me, here's my hype Offer
means less to me Than the lowliest cactus flower or the humblest yucca tree He chases round this desert 'cause he thinks that's where I'll be That's
, he means less to me Than the lowliest cactus flower Or the humblest Yucca tree Chases 'round this desert 'Cause he thinks that's where I'll be That's
God accepted Abel's offering and not his Abel's offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God And Cain's jealous anger drove him to murder
no He ain't made of flesh and bone He's the one who sits up close beside you And when he's there you are alone Every man is evil yes and every man's
it's legal And ain't no quittin' in tha Regal Behind tha tints.. my chopper's spittin' Me and Dougie.. fuck in (?), and showin' us in It's like a movie.. they wanna do me.. it's
Through that desperation we come addicted Sorta like the fiends we accustomed to servin' But we feel we have nothin' to lose So we offer you, well we offer
in the primitive Lands of Nod as the two sons of Adam offer up their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high a dark fate born by sacrificial fire Caine
In the primitive lands of Nod As the two sons of Adam offer up Their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high A dark fate born by sacrificial fire [Caine
you Michael Caine This time, baby, I know, I think I maybe like you Michael Caine Michael Caine Michael Caine There's Mona Lisa, she's always got a
lovers there pull out their hair so slowly to rise toward the sky one plucks feathers from wings leather his luck is decreed from angel cain it's not
There's scores of black roses with venomous thorns It's a playground for murder, the damned and insane And deep in it's heart sets the mad house of Cain Cain
m goin' down in a blaze of glory (Down) Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer
in the potter's field he lies. The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve. The sons of Cain receive no reprieve. Waiting for a dead man's shoes. Have you heard
Eve The sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve The sons of Cain receive no reprieve Waitin' for a dead man's shoes Have you
take all you've got to offer. This is not an autobahn It's an evil roundabout That leads to the Haywain And you'll never see good trains again. In late 60s
truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer