When the sun rises slowly and the haze fades away Everyone knows that the time has come close To be the first in line with the rifle in our hands You
Traduction: Angel Dust. En première ligne.
riding with my (angel) Going through the city of the Chi, make me feel like I'm in the city of (angels) Oooh, I wanna fly, fly away with my (angel) She
day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel dust
the hole stare into the glare the flare rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel-dust
silver lining And every soul is tender to the touch We are made of stone, we are made of steel And we're all the same when we return to dust But when
better than pretty women and sinning and living to get a minute of any women and men that you admire/ ain't no lie/ We created for Him/ outta the dust
open shut and sigh. I am the moon and the sun, the rising and the setting, the first and final breaths, and the product of the stars. I am some immortal and pointless dust
duster, the dust in the wind, I don't need to cuss If I was a woman I'd come as a woman and give you an angel you never could touch The spirit the light
down with the bloodline family And the bloodline kennels The great depression! fourth time! X keeps it gutter and his dogs are no differant You gotta respect the line... First
day when she got the news her boy Body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer Saw him nude her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew Angel dust
carryin' out on a gas (?) See all the others say "do what you please" Gotta get the brothers together and the right to be free In a cloud of angel dust
pulled the mic out a snotty rag Sealed up air-tight and wrapped up in a body bag Get a advance and catch chance writer's block After spendin' the first
blood to comprehend its origin, For those who refuse to remember the past are condemned to Repeat it, The first and the last, dust to dust... History
than pretty women and sinning and living to get a minute of any women and men that you admire Ain't no lie We created for Him Outta the dust he made
