In the valley the girl waits At the back of a caravan Wears a dress made of red wool For a night on the town with her man He is good to her He takes
In the valley the girl waits at the back of the caravan wears a dress made of red wool for a night on the town with her man he is good to her he takes
Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floooooor Beaten why for (why for) Can'
look at yourself in the mirror pretend - what you see is superman marvel comic heroes to go - crawling up the wall like spiderman [chorus:] all the bodies
Look at yourself and the mirror pretends What you see is superman Marvel comic heroes to go Goin' up the wall like spiderman All the bodies are invited
Stab the knife into the face and then Wrench the blade inside Murder this piece of shit Scraps of flesh and severed bone are on the floor These I must
Don't fret precious I'm here Step away from the window (Step away from the window) Go back to sleep Safe from pain and truth and choice And other poison
Ow! Ow! don't fret precious I'm here step away from the window, and go back to sleep. safe from pain, and truth, and choice and other poison devils
been clear on anything Lovers and police pull you back every time And you ran with your hand in your mouth and a smoking gun So don't leave your organs
Where the fuck's my freedom? Uncle sam says not today. Thats the price you pay Living in the U.S.A.
Couldn't get in the show We had nowhere to go Hangin' out in the street We were just out havin' fun In the Miami heat We were just kickin' the shit Four
So many faithless, so little time And out of empathy you make it feel right Of all the places that you wanted it to be With unfamiliar faces that you
There wasn't an organ at our wedding The month was August instead of June On your pretty hand no golden wedding band You didn't even have a honeymoon
THERE WASN'T AN ORGAN AT OUR WEDDING (Leon Payne) « © '52 Acuff-Rose Music » There wasn't an organ at our wedding The month was August
White tie, black jacket I ain't see you in a while Your whites shine, black velvet I ain't seen you in a while You're slick, a slick and polished mess
that can be a bummer A terrific brother was havin' a specific get-together by the beach Rolling Rock's, plus peach schnapps served on the rocks The Organisms
nothing more, nothing less, in icon on the wall decoration and duress, which many strive to be, it's the marble statue standing over me, and nobody has
