Saturday night at The Paradise Knife and Gun Club And there's drinking and dancing To the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks It was Saturday night at The Paradise
don't look don't look so horrified i preserve with formaldehyde nobody likes their body cold i doll up and my bodies sold can't say i like this from the
Hey don't give up on all these days. Our words and yours they don't decay. Hold on it's almost over. We'll take this verse and make it everything. Hold
I've got a flight and it's leaving tonight Lord help me and I'm feeling blue I'm leaving my life behind me When I go I'm leaving you I've got a flight
I know it's hard to go against the current I know it's hard to fight these moments And I know what it's like I've let my guard down so many times before
Wake me up inside, tell me there's a reason To take another step to get up off me knees and Follow this path of most resistant And wherever it takes us
We cannot wait much longer, we want happiness back We want control of our bodies, everything we've lacked I think I even liked it, if the feeling was
you gave me a chance at the palais de danse to prove i'm worth your time you gave me a chance to prove i'm more then just an also-ran a knife for the
Meet my ittle friend hos name is m16 i got the butcher knife to cut ur fuckin heart out for kicks im on a killin spree like the nigger named mason right
Don't let this ruin all that I thought that I could be A life amidst entropy is a fate I refuse to see As the flames lick our feet Coaxing us to make
I am vibration like the sun. The Earth the moon the chosen one Until a thousand wars are won. Our battles rage til we are done An inclination
Joe Bob was rough as a cob And prone to blow his stack Kenny Dean was in a suicide scene Sneaking behind Joe's back Sneaking around with Joe's girl, June
I've got a flight, And it's leaving tonight, Lord help me, I'm feeling blue, I'm leaving my life behind me, When I go I'm leaving you, I've got a flight
[bonus track] Don't let this ruin all that I thought that I could be A life amidst entropy is a fate I refuse to see As the flames lick our feet Coaxing
Draw lines in the sand with your bare hands I cant stand how you react, your mind's off track Recite these lines that try to find the kind of wine
(feat. Goretex And Ill Bill) [Hook] One for the butcher knife, two for the glock! (You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead) [Necro] Peep my little
Prijevod: Pepeo. Slast smrt Obsidian nož.
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