Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon In cabin or dance-hall camp
be my sleep under stone Never more I'll wake on a snowy bed Never - 'til the sun fails and the moon is dead In the black winds the stars shall die And
you wanna go crazy girl) oh oh (then you can be my baby girl) Before i drove i walked, kickin rocks in the park. Kick flip and drop. Shootin hoops on the black
He never does it but he tries again That old boy lost look could bruise you black and blue Everybody's looking for a single row so they can be alone
dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith can
[Dead Can Dance Cover] Murderer! Man of fire. Murderer! I've seen the eyes of living dead. It's the same game - survival. The great mass play a waiting
dance Those touches of their lips And bodies luring you But you feel like A prisoner nailed to stones There's black heaven and red sun over my head...
that's what I met her for, strictly city Thick cliques mixed with Big Lee Can't disturb, stand clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions. Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album. Created a stone age cage, I'm fenced in
the kindly moon But the moon grows old Just like us all And her beautiful years are done So now she prays through endless days To take her revenge on the sun
I wanna see the five day forecast, fourteen days in advance so I can get my two weeks notice every time the sun dance plug it in, turn it on, silent
lookin' hotter than the sun Thick thighs, ass in a thong Gotta get a lap dance at the end of the song I'm tricked on my singles and the momma was gone She dead
For so long neither the wind has blown Nor the sun shone to dry the pus in my wounds Gradually spirit of our age dissipates Dead emotions can't replace
right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So, watch your mouth playa cuz you can
the musicman stop Danced up to the bar, a double snapple on the rocks [Chali 2na] Now mr. bartender told me strangers get flack (Really black?) But they'll be fuckin with the black
one, ha realizing the deal Heaven done Turnin' to the east and all praise the sun Now they blast me but they all miss I do my 3D dance and remain undaunted
they danced for my death at the nightmare's trial Demons of fear tearing my sad soul apart A horned winged creature laughed out its scorn to the dawn The sun