Like horses wearing their masks, always facing forward - to what end or reward? its what katie says, oh, i feel disgust inside - i really need that discipline
Jesus no tem dentes no pas dos banguelas
state will see to that, I am sure You Spanish people, you come to this country Nothing here changes your lives Ungrateful immigrants asking for pity When all of your answers are knives
awake for, to sleep or even take 4, seconds out the game its time to wage war scissors, grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives 2 psychopathic
the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, does`nt know he`s dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician`s argue sharpening their knives
And your bullets, they can't harm him Nor your knives tear him apart Humiliation killed him God bless his little heart Now some folks they wait and some folks they pray For Jesus
member you clench. Exalted walking carrion stench. Your scorned lover was a street working wench. And she w****d you. Rejoice and join the great castration. Sharpen your knives
so be careful what ya wish for A rhyme sayer wit respect like the mayor Plus your arms is to short to box wit God playa See I'm all for Jesus but I'm
me to be just like you, well I just gotta be like, like I just gotta be like you. Now all I see is money, cars, jewels, stars, womanizers, tuff guys, guns, knives
falls and rots, as Big Ben sings and boils On an endless swamp; the silence is treacle thick And calls us to prayer: paint God with your blood And fill haunted women with knives
Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin' rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin' knives
bad They tell me I got things they never had They tell me go to church and see the light Cos the good lord's always right So what, so what So what if Jesus
then in the trees I heard a twig snap Warning lights flashed on my map I opened my eyes and to my surprise There were Arabs with knives at the front
one's asking you to feel the narc, brother!) Hmm, it's fashion I'll find my own bullies to shake a finger wrapped in Realigned mine knives in divine
on this With every cure there comes another sickness The Earth dies with every bit of progress We've gone deaf to the cries of oppressed What we need is Jesus
on Rock 'n Roll's grave Dancing on burning coals Dancing on "Jesus Saves" Oh, dancing with the old scratched souls Dancing on flick knives Dancing a
that, love? Black gloves No back up, only this vest Only these teffs, only these lefts Fishermen knives that cut in your chest If I get jerked, it's
