, and I must do something about it, yes I must do something about it. Played another losing cardgame with myself. Lonely joker on ashalf, and I must do something about it
And I must do something about it, Yes I must do something about it. Played another losing cardgame with myself. Lonely joker on ashalf, And I must do something about it
stupid Do they not know you're about to fly high Away With the wings that God will give you someday I'm not jealous I just can't take it S.O.S.
brings fright Something wicked approaches tonight Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It
cheap You'd do anything to get your glory So spread your wings and fly There is no doubt You're so sorry inside you've got something to shout about Because it
I hate to do, -sex with your parents Things you do to me or I do to you, baby, -sex with your parents Something fatter or uglier than Rush Rambo Something
creationism, and darwinism, embedded forever about it I got nothing but hurt for em! Cause really nobody knows When you live and you die where your body goes If it's hell or it
still is merely extended - what moves is in space. Immobile figures, here in a race with death gloom about their heads like a dark nimbus. Still, they do
spread your wings and fly, there is no doubt You're so sorry inside you've got something to, something to shout about Because it's true what they say, you know it
Sidius: It's not the east or the west side. Vader: No its not Sidius: It's not the north or the south side. Vader: No its not Sidius: It's the Dark
the new millennium brings fright Something wicked approaches tonight Work It's automatic, static battle star galactic Microhard It's the upgraded, complicated, premeditated Microhard It
that I hate to do Sex with your parents Things you do to me or I do to you, baby Sex with your parents Something fatter or uglier than rush rambo Something
that I hate to do Sex with your parents Things you do to me that I do to you, baby Sex with your parents Something ugly and fatter than Rush Rambo Something
and darwinism been at it forever bout at it I got nothin but hurt for em Cuz really nobody knows when you live then you die where your body goes if it's Hell or it
son truck and hit him with it i told him not to do it the nigga went and did it he talkin shit about me dawg now he feelin a get it and im ready to
mine Spread those wings of yours and fly There is something sacred About the letting go of those we wanna hold So tightly to, but somehow we know they must
be a lying Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it {Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} (G) Lay It On Me Lay it on me now