out Screaming down the halls Spinning all around and now we fall Pictures framing up the past Your taunting smirk behind the glass This museum full of ash
Do you recall it's name As it suggested beck and call This face and heel Will drag your halo through the mud Ash of pompei Erupting in a statues dust
have the most bragging rights because a nigga spit crack, bag it tight hate when rappers say they tryna get they swagger right cause I done came Im mo fire than a dragon
Give me your hand The dog in the garden row is covered in mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement
Give me your hand The dog in the garden row is covered in mud And dragging your mother?s clothes Cinder and smoke The snake in the basement Found
switchblade knife. Bring up the pain from deep inside, With a sound so good it hurts. And I?m a sucker for a midnight drag, A long slow dance of smokin ash
men drill To kill and to be killed Stood waiting by the train Why the orders loud and hoarse Why the engine's groaning cough As it strains to drag us
{"It all started at an accident scene on Bankhead and Ash Street. It's not clear if the suspect caused it; it is clear he wielded a hammer and told .....
decline... I've paid the masters with blood and hunger ...And it's not for sale by any stretch. It's like religion without a Bible And the Dragon lives
teach the masses reaching' breach the classes So dodge your ?? before they drop the bombs and release the gases [Verse 2: QWEL] I can't drag you to the
blue caps roll tonight At the Sock Hop Ball in the Union Hall Where the bop is their delight Here come duck-tail Danny dragging uncanny Annie, she's
I found the bones of all your ghosts Locked in the wishing well While birdsong gourmets dragged empty nets I slumbered in my shell In mitternacht, die
slippers Elite style Pinocchio's nose Breaks and becomes ash In the DNA of clock's mechanism, Wooden manequin's babble goes nine to five At this time sun that burns me Drags
glass slipper. In a perfect style, Pinocchio's nose grew from the broken ash. A D.N.A. clock, a useless 9 to 5 doll Now the morning catches fire, dragging
giants on a chicken-run Everybody dies laughing Thrust into the drag on the edge and wait Motivate the one inside you Bastard kicker burn blow the ash
