i spy yellow green roses in mary's garden i am god don't love you anymore down in new orleans i know where the devil dwells within ya i have loved the
It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right We're collecting
Hundreds lay dead and plaster the wet cobblestone of the haunted city There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling December's night. Silence
Traduction: Pazuzu. La ville hantée.
the lines of repetition That all my fear's been carving Haunted eyes Sing in secret Haunted eyes Are huge and empty Haunted eyes Flutter just like butterfly wings Haunted
I've suffered more in this city, where ashes fall a living tombstone that takes your mind in bliss tattooed voices where we all fall down... broke down
bez what it bez, nothing hit on the agenda, You leave it up to me, and you can divy up the team, Put your pride in end and I'm dismember your limbers The harder the city
or not Will we ever learn- no way! Echoing sounds of thunder make me shiver Battlefields turn to wasteland- no one wins The ghost of terror creeping, through the cities
3D Sitting in my day care, the art is decopainted Blessed by the drink Upon the corner's where we've seen it Chased by the plane it Haunted by the medium
in the snow These days it's all I think about I wonder why I just can't let you go I walk down these haunted alleyways The city lights and sewer steam
like you are my dad How long can a girl be shackled to you How long before my dignity is reclaimed How long can a girl stay haunted by you Soon I'll
die To destroy all their plans with no care for me No thought of me, no thought of me Ohhhhh..... Walk the city lonely Memories that haunt are passing
-the-E-to-the-P Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it) [Verse One] We comin through to take control of each zip code Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso We gonna strike each city
risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me, Finally
the plank, Life is in mirrors, death disappears Up the steps into the nearest bank. We live in a political world Where courage is a thing of the past Houses are haunted
