You bare for me You are the grace Lord That all of us have been come free, oh [Chorus:] Here we are All of us are shining stars A cause to bring our
you mean are we there yet,I got lear jets that get to the westcoast in minutes (ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge with white vanilla studs cuz if they witnessed how im killin em out here
sound system three eleven, three eleven brothers from another planet and here once again automatic, automatic quantum saints of the universe in a holographic cosmic remix, cosmic remix from the mysterious blue planet we
Damn God, yeah, God, yeah Damn God, yeah, God, yeah Veronika, Saint Veronika You can't leave this world behind Oh Veronika, Saint Veronika We're still right here
never change and so we We learn from All Your Hate We are lost in your mistakes Play our hymn for the brand new day We burn, we learned Here's to your
around, she's out here in venice,.. hit the strip club and throw that dough, we we're a perfect bitch, like kodak, yow! [Chorus:] your girlfriend is saint
my love and I Will sleep 'neath auburn skies Somewhere across the border We'll leave behind my dear The pain and sadness we found here And we'll drink
opponents think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint
pretend there ain't, I ain't placin' any blame, I ain't pointin' fingers, heaven knows there never been a saint. I know it just feels like we just pissed
think that I've died That's when I just pop up outta nowhere, oh yeah, there we go there Damn I forgot how much money he got On the beach of Saint-Tropez
uphill Though we climb, but we can't reach the top I'm weak, and I'm easily discouraged She just smiles when I want to stop Lips that are weary but
wait up, she kept goin like etcetra But like a broken record, we've come to far to just wheel it back selector So we gon' ride foreva, foreva, foreva,
you are strange! You are guilty I guess! And after the torture you will confess......and burn! Ending in the flames, burning down her fame Prayers to the saints
we're all we've got Me and you could be our curse We've got bleeding hearts and flowers You got strings but you got no purse We're just freaks in love Saints
We're looking for the love The one that can inspire Lift me higher, high as heaven can be Our love is super love, fly robin fly Wherever you are, saint
, We are not the problem, So Don't hate, Things will get better if we show, We are not the problem. They say, Things are much better than we know, We are
And they run the prisons And they sell the justice 'Cause being guilty is just good business Well we're standing out on the borderline Ain't no one here
