Egypt Like America Egypt, oh, Egypt like Babylon you'll fall Egypt oh, Egypt there's blood on your hands, here the watchmans call save your people one and all, built like Titanic, your a perfect ship, your Oars-men sail you by the whip..
Intro. (Bunny Wailer). Hear this. Three monkeys sitting under a coconut tree (really?). Discussing things as they are said to be. Said one to the others, now listen you two.
To your honey I am the bee. One drop of you would set me free. But like a coffin to its grave. I'm destined only to be a slave. . And I deserve every hit I take.
I'll be a life size. cutout of all your faults. open up your wounds. I will be the salt. . no intermission. no time to rest. this is the real thing. this is not a test.
Explode. . I feel you stare, watch me not care. Glare at the freak, you've no control. Feel your eyes probing me, judging me. Only makes me want to explode, just explode.
Someone leans against the mirrored marvel. Reflecting rascals, anemic article. The part you least expected. It commands, expand. . A flawless life form the lowest level.
Someone leans against the mirrored marvel. Reflecting rascals, anemic article. The part you least expected. It commands, expand. . A flawless life form the lowest level.
Learn from my sins. The concept of our misery tried to the dreams. day after day. trying to escape this certain call to earth's embrace. . [Chorus]. Another day lies, another day dies.
Sitter och lser vid ett bord fr tv. Och ser ut som om jag vntar. Ler igenom folk s oberrd. Fster blicken p en husvgg utanfr. Nn som frgar. r det ledigt.
nej. sg ingenting. jag tror p ordning. en utvald man har ordet. han r sann. stng drren det drar. den utvalda grupp vi r. kan ltt tro att skrattet. hamnat rtt.
nej. sg ingenting. jag tror p ordning. en utvald man har ordet. han r sann. stng drren det drar. den utvalda grupp vi r. kan ltt tro att skrattet. hamnat rtt.
Hellre ett liv i en skog. Med dej dr man r gmd. n ett liv bland alla. Dr man r glmd. Hellre en solig morgon. Med ditt ljus. n en solig morgon. Alla utom du.
(T: Gunnar Roalkvam, M: Sigvart Dagsland). Eg skar inn ord i barken med kniv:. Eg elske deg og det e sant. Du skreiv det sama p papir. men du brukte blyant.
I was waiting all my life. to start living. when I am a child. I understand living. Everyone is weird. Everyone is weird. Everyone is so very weird. Then they all.
Things worked out better. Than we had planned. Capital from boy, woman and man. . We were like ink and paper. Numbers on a calculator. Knew arithmetic so well.
Caught in the nick of time. Of trying to make up my mind. . Questioning my worldview. Until all I see is You. . CHORUS. When everything revolves around You.
I'm irresponsible. I'm irrational. It's irreversible. what are you gonna do!. And if it's in my head. And if I'm just paranoid. I guess it's just jealousy.
(Verse). . I don't give fuck about shit. But getting paid. . Fuck friends. . Niggaz hate too much in the J. . Fuck these hoes. 90% of these bitches here are gay.
[Verse 1: Dae Bryson]. . Imma do it Like im the last motherfucker in this game. Aint gon rap bout a bitch I rap bout a change. heres a toast to them haters who will bring the fame.
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