, words we wish we'd forget The guilt slips from our lips, confessions hidden behind eyelids Would you look me in the eye And tell me does the moon weep
Words we wish we'd forget The guilt slips from our lips Confessions hidden behind eyelids Would you look me in the eye And tell me Does the moon weep
it comes to makin' love all night Throw your butterscotch body beneath the red light Blaze it up girl, I'm a lace it real tight Go deep 'til the full moon
the Red Star of the Solar Federation. The less fortunate gave us a few new moons. I believed what I was told. I thought it was a good life, I thought
of blasphemous Bill MacKie Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
I gotta tuck the cannon. Listen close I got duct tape and rope, I'll leave you missin like the fuckin O` bannons. One hand on my money, on hand on my
SIN! The girl in the bloody dress She's hiding her hands in the dark The girl in the bloody dress Carrying the devil's mark I see the moon in the black
always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella, Good, Cinderella, Nice good good nice- [FLORINDA] Tighter! [CINDERELLA] What's the good of being good
my own Creek blood The odyssey of your life A motherless child , you were torn from your home By decree of the county affairs Good Christians, they
or shine, we be bustin' out nines Hey yo Keith Nut, hit 'em with that ill type rhyme Yo, I cause damage, rap's red-handed bandit Well I'll be goddamn
? I-i-i-i don't even care What was hole is this lastin' hand What was hole is lastin' hand Let me tell you I-i-i-i don't even care Hey, you can't hold
of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced moon
with a sinner? Hand and hand with the hatchet but its nuttin familiar Nonbelievers keep walking till we finally arrive Black smoke around the family with the red
life is 2 good 2 waste? Talk 2 me lover, come and tell me what U taste Didn't your mama tell U life is 2 good 2 waste? 2 good 2 waste, 2 good 2 waste
he doesn't grant my needs I'll achieve it all, you're to fall and die this night this is the seventh night, it may even cost my life beyond all good
moon I see the go going by on stilts as mouths wilt and turn blinded to girls' eyes Fate's hands have holes, we hold hope by the collar color red the
my own Creek blood The odyssey of your life A motherless child , you were torn from your home By decree of the county affairs Good Christians, they gave
