a fortress All the girls are locked in a fortress Just because it's a crime it could be It could be Flesh and blood in iron and steel Flesh and blood in iron
, everything done nails done, hair done, everything done oh you fancy huh you getting ready so i know we gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons
I was a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke, I could make a woman hang on every single stroke, I was an iron man, I had a master plan, but I was alone.
even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everybody is making love Or else expecting rain And the
tired to sing. Oh, it's all afternoon You remember your home town, Inside the walls, The walls of Red Wing. Oh, the gates are cast iron And the walls
the city of seven hills near the place of the cross. I was playing a show in Miami in the theater of divine comedy. Told about Jesus, told about the rain
the way that I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luther I killed Superman, I killed Super--man And how ironic, that I'd be the bad guy Kryptonite: The
read the flyer? Special invited guest would be Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, I'm retired Fuckin' your bitch in the ass with a tire iron
flyer? special invited guest would be Richard Pryor (Aren't you a male dancer?) Nah bitch, i'm retired fuckin' you're bitch in the ass with a tire iron
peace The metal horde raise their swords and hail Iron, steel, metal Iron, steel and metal Sure of their coming victory, they swear on Iron, steel, metal Iron
really dying Cried so much his face was wet then I knew he was not lying I heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies I saw boys, toys electric irons
you fancy huh Nail done, hair done, everything done nails done, hair done, everything done oh you fancy huh [Drake:] You getting ready so I know we gon be here awhile in the bathroom flat irons
callin out we name (Di gal call) seh dem waan it in di rain (Inna di rain yo inna di rain, mek dem feel pain gal a call inna di rain) Give dem gal di
than the prophecies of Nostradamus Omega marks the ending of predictability, birth of agility Who will it be to test me and expose their futility. Iron
There were three crosses on the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten core of wood And I say father, father I hear an iron sound Hoof