the one for me In the cold light of day The colours all fade away And we're left with monotomy Nothing to say In the cold light of day The colours all
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ, was born on Christmas Day. And man will live for evermore, because of Christmas Day. Long time ago in Bethlehem, so the
the tales and romanticize, How we follow the path of the hero Boast about the day when the rivers overrun, How we'll* rise to the height of our halo.
to the tales and romanticize How we follow the path of the hero Boast about the day when the rivers overrun How we rise to the height of our halo Listen
to the tales and romanticize How we follow the path of the hero Boast about the day when the rivers overrun How we rised to the height of our halo Listen
my riders ridin' like a Winnebago You stay But I'ma let that A.K. go Rawer than Qualo Shoot you like Halo Give yo' ass a halo These bitches walk around
Turn the lights on Turn the lights on I close my eyes and I sleep at night All I see is the clear bright lights And I'm fallin in love with the game
(Katy B) Turn the lights on Turn the lights on I close my eyes and I sleep at night All I see is the clear bright lights And I'm fallin in love with the
hand pliers My manifesto, hit you the best flow Hide behind the mics like you was stinkin' death row I'm already seeing through you like some windows Stay on you like halo, shine like day
am a scarecrow Bullied by the bullies But the masters had ?em walking in circles like eye patches For the madness. One day, one ran One cold, one poem
Mary's boy child Jesus Christ was born on Christmas Day and man will live for evermore because of Christmas Day long time ago in Bethlehem so the Holy
to the dead To the dead With your halo slipping down Your halo slipping Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down Your halo slipping down [repeated] Your halo
from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is my touch (
ridin' like a winabago You stay But I'm a let that A.K. go Rawer than a qualo Shoot you like Halo Give ya ass a halo These bitches walk around actin
rise up from your gloom smiling. Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do. Colours I've none dark or light, red, white or blue. Cold is
ghost to the haunts of Man I Found Her tempting fate between Her wrist and razor A kindred spirit in a graveyard Beneath the stature of a colder saviour
