bodies, the air has grown small fingers Just one caress, you're powerless, like all those clapped-out swingers Destination, destination Destination, destination Destination, destination Destination
Traduction: L'Église. Destination.
I once knew this man who was cursed from birth Destined to stagger through at life just to earn his worth In one turn of the earth this story takes its
ghetto child (Let's go to church now) Just because I'm a ghetto child (Uh) I won't live down to your expectations (Take me to church now) Just believe
What is sacrifice? (We s... we s... we s... we sacrifice) NPG in mass attack, Sonny, please. (we sacrifice) Church if u will, please turn 2 the book
the truth Save the children, save the youth What about our hopes and dreams You're not what you really seem oh [Chorus] Nation of the plastic people Here's the church
with blind fascination and believe in the priest's incantations waiting for god's revelation quietly listening to the sermon dreading the final destination
and BAM!! I'm gon' be shot by some pig who's gonna SWEAR that it was a mistake. I accept that as a part of my destiny! [*Si es mi destino morir en la
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fast They know not to gas they self They can't fuck with us, we laugh last Backbreakers of the game many many musical Legendary criminal destined to
be cake'n Taking this shit one step at a time That real shit is stuck in my mind But to that bullshit, I'm deaf and I'm blind Destined to shine, Imma
time you see a gun is when mine is pointin' at you Skip the church and the reverend I'ma put 'em on a 747 and the destination's Heaven For example Break
sending me away Don't know why I put up with this shit When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church
to round them up So we can take them to task We'll blame the guerrillas for what has been done Burnt church of Jesus, the death of a nun The church
destined fates). God fearing people with minimal goals, Led to the slaughter - "tools with souls". Save us from hellfire - Save us from dancing the Brimstone Ballet. When the church
I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age I am not your destination
