From a far came a star and he traveled from the great unknown Built a world out of stone rocked us down made it all his own With one stroke of his hand
I heard, I heard a sound a poundin' music and I knew all what that I need The kind that grabs ya by your shirt collar shakes you up like AC/DC It's buried
Beyond the pale, beneath the moon He crawls the walls for you With teeth like nails that sink to bone Hard to swallow easy to chew Cold synthetic human
It breaks the light, it owns the night, it steals the day I'm filled with fright I roll it on can't get away Oh no, oh no scaring the shit out of me
You were my everything, till you got around The love you bright song sings, has been laying on down And now that everything Is just like everything Since
You cut me up like a chain saw You ripped the soul out of me I gave the stars and I prayed for Sweet music you sang to me Turn to stone, turn to stone
Beatles songs Elton John Smokin' grass, kickin' ass AM FM Eight-Track Kick back Barefeet on the floor Heaven in '74 Stoner's rule Skippin' school Muscle
Bi polar neutronic energy stream Lit me to space pass the end of my seams Lost to a void where all spirits dance free Cast myself to a place of no cry
You are a devil little lover When I got you on your back You got it girl like no other When you deal the cards are stacked Pillow quakin' patty cakin
Lost the pieces of my mind My soul keeps searching for a better place in time Where should I go? What should I be? Seems like the things in life are lost
On through the night we creep Killerheroes Superfreaks Rock down the wrong Pour on the heat Superheroes Radar spies Burning through the steel With X-
With a purposeful grimace And a terrible scowl He pulls the spitting High-tension wires down Helpless people on subway trains Scream my god as he looks
Sailing on an endless sea Places that I've never been before Cross the world and back for more Travel to the rising sun Can't catch up no matter how
Things are not going well I won't lie to you man Can't forget what's been done My head's in my hand I'm so tired (Tired from the pain) Frustrations are
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God's voice whispers loudly on Chasin' the dawn till the morning's gone Pounds of time keep me Drifting sad sweetly Falling mad deeply Into a place where
We populate, contaminate And suffocate in our own waste So now kuwait can celebrate And salivate While we all eat barbiturates And asparate in our V-8
