the pride to strike a fool Vain glory be my wicked guide We live to fight the hand of doom We got the pride to strike a fool Vain glory be my wicked guide
tierra, Dejar volar mi alma hacia ti. Y busque mi sueno en cada atardecer Errante cruzada encamine La fuente de mi poder. Hoy volvere a conquistar Horizontes de gloria
more lies, they can't fade us Why they wanna test, now you rockin' with the best And my whole fam fam is the greatest Moves countin' like a calculator evaluate the master Playas operation
all dirty, like the clique don't take shower there's more to get, hit the fuck up, taking power 100 channels, turn station, operation 140 earthquake would bring glory
but cannot answer to your call See me, feel me, touch me, heal me See me, feel me, touch me, heal me There is no chance, no untried operation All hope
There's nothing new in this sad story The slaughter of innocence without glory At the foot of your hill without warning The center of operations they
a word is heard I said, ?I might as well just stay in bed? To find a better way, I doubt I'll even try Just another boring story, about a teenage waste of glory
the test of time Well, I've had a taste of glory And I've seen the hell below It's time for me to take what's mine Target acquired We open fire This operation
has to go! The man could not be deafer, so please preferably one who plays in tune!" FIRMIN: "Dear Firmin, vis a vis my opera: some chorus-members must
is mislink The pack we don't want it lead to unknowns Like understanding life and why we here and some gone I'm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my glory
pocket And a little bit left for those I love To have enough food on my table And a little bit more for those who call And in this land of hope and glory
Divisions stand at the border prepared for the Eastern trek Operation Barbarossa is launched into full effect The border is crossed, the assault begins
at death and lived for nothing but to fly But now those hearts are grounded and those days are long gone by The force is shot to hell! cho: Glory . . .
Contingency plans They like death or glory They love a good story They love a good story Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera
at AA meetings while intoxicated Trainin a arm-less fighter to box in Vegas Plot with haters, they kill me on my block for later Havin free phone sex with operators
every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me. And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
but don't neglect the sentiment I'll pedal my tricycle through the f-5 logistics of a twister Soaked in the religions of a nit-picker Chorus If I botched the operation
snaps, collapsed was the mandatory maze On the fluids ???? and glory days Desire on the opposite circuit and glorious days Is glorious hazes of gray spun through my array of operation