I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Everytime that you walk
have whipped up to a rich, foamy lather, girl Nameless gnaw of my pains Like three hundred trumpets and just one is out of tune All them tremendous
must they stay apart? Yes, I know it's in my heart Surely you see what's inside of me Jesus is coming soon I can hear Gabriel blow his trumpet tune
We gonna take care of business too Listen to ze drummer, lay down his beat Listen to ze bass man, play zat same groovy beat Attend the guitars is that soulsome tune
car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses Trumpet in tune
My life was colored, painting pictures out of tune You came from nowhere in a song It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes Could only
I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Every time that you walk
the sky, Dead bodies were lying on the ground, A deadly mass of fierce warriors fighting While the demons were prevailing On the sons of god They were tuning
...force-fed attention grabber... when will you learn. First come first serve. The all you can eat trumpet...playing the tunes of our death. Breathe......
s hot Get out like you own the spot, home or not It's that no mood to play, move out the my way Yo, I been whistlin' this tune from throughout the day
eyes Better not compromise, it won't be easy 666 is no longer alone He's getting out the marrow in your back bone And the seven trumpets blowing sweet
me He respects me He loves me more than you ever did My new boyfriend isn't just some kid My new boyfriend, ooh, my new boyfriend He call in the trumpets
isn't really a smile at all So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much And the tunes I request, aren't always the best But the ones where the trumpets
buy myself a trumpet And then I'm learning how to blow When Ive got it Ill blast down your walls of Jericho I'm gonna buy myself a trumpet And then I
easy. 666 is no longer alone, He's getting out the marrow in your back bone, And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and
pet names When you listen to the trumpet of Harry James We love to hear that tenor croon Whenever the Ink Spots sing a tune If I didn?t know why the