An iron gate surrounds you. Stinking like rotting lace. Your flags are waving dishonestly. A pining plaything, so false so pleased. Your flags are aching
He : All of me You found your way to all of me And, helplessly, I've fallen like a child Hopelessly, I'm hoping you're the one for me You comfort me Withy
No flickering light at the end of the path Confront repressions of the past Fear... Prevail... Insanity... Obey! Draw back in silence to dwell in anxiety
I know that you ain?t too pretty God knows how much you suck It?s a tragedy that you were born I rue the day you wrote this Soundtrack to a killing spree
ladies and the gentlemen Here's to the AF of M I wouldn't have made it without them, here's to the band! Here's to the band!
I don't have plans and schemes And I don't have hopes and dreams I, I, I don't have anything Since I don't have you And I don't have fond desires
I don't have plans and schemes And I don't have hopes and dreams I, I, I don't have anything Since I don't have you And I don't have fond desires And
arrachent Ah, les pauvres petits garcons Y a-t-il un moyen qu'j'pourrais prendre Un mot d'la fin qu'j'pourrais trouver Afin qu'enfin bande la bande de
t'en arraches Pauvre petite fille Pa lapapa lapapa lapapa la Si t'es pas exitante, c'est ton probleme, ma grande Va donc l'dire a ta bande de deglonflantes
depth if you boys really real enough This is La Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm
(feat. Kat Williams (Money Mike), Suga Free) [Kat Williams] Ladies and gentlemen, this is your friendly Pimp representative, Kat Williams, A.K.A. Money
s prune juice Playin with guns till I say the someone to shoot loose Perfect circle like the group I used to groove to Top of the Capital A because I work hard Makin the band
's indie, how she's different is anyones guess. You've got you skin tights, colours on the floor, with all your white lines, every slut and whore, all the band
