Come on a long with the Black Rider We'll have a gay old time Lay down in the web of the black spider I'll drink your blood like wine So come on in It
In nomine dei nostri satanas Lucifer Abbadon, Asmosdeous Astaroth, Baphomet Beelzebub, Behemoth Beherit, Hecate Wash our hands of impurities Drink the blood from the skulls
I tell you my friends I'm telling you something that you've never even heard before I'm stressed I'm telling you that I need something to drink I need
40 felons and 40 bonds I am the skeleton that liked to skribble I like to see the gerls booties jiggle 40 valium and 40 shrooms 40 hopeful and 40 gloom 40 skulls
grey Walk with me through this doorway of skulls Where the angels with cocaine wings play Count with me to Eleven-Teen Wearing Velvatine Panties Drinking
the time is right You will die on the cross Hang by day and by night Die Christ, in pain, nailed to wood From skulls of apostles we drink his blood
My cry for a fist-full of sand Breathes silence Hold me, if only I can see land The world just blinks Lead me, I'm stupid from a lesson learned You've
now, baby Don't you know Brownie can change my mind Right now, my card's on the table I maybe playin' a loosin' hand But I'd rather drink muddy water
I used to think it was all in the drink It made him the way that he was He swore he'd change, poured it all down the drain And finally he'd given it up
I wish I could say I'd been drinking And blame the bottle but I've never been one to booze Lord only knows what I was thinking Wish I could say I'd been drinking
eagle-shaped mirror I'm the kind of mannequin that cheats and Opens its eyes to the ladies of the spread She took me home and spit in my drink She spoke
Crazy wires fuse their brains Drinking water, sugar cane Bang drums and broken flutes Homeless gods and iron boots Flying wicked, love control Circus storm and demon skull
ain't got no stamina They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and
you just found the right superheroes To take care of that shit, mothafucker Head rush and green stinky Feelin' like a nigga dropped a mickey Drink up
-toe frozen six pack, with exacto Knives, stranglin' wives with thick lasso Big bags of the grass, zig zags, I'm with the Doc, so You know how that go, skull
against all odds) The odds are against me (against all odds) There's no chance for this champ Cold-blooded carnivore Crush skulls like rancour Thanks
?re the same Ooh, sometimes I?m wildin? out Set the building on fire then you fallin? out And then we can turn it into a block party And get some drinks
to the back of the blind poet I want to cry but I try and hold it, one of them notice Crack me over the skull with a crime motive They made a toast to