The Clash Lyrics
The Clash Lyrics
"Corner Soul Lyrics"
Enchanted Nightmare Lyrics
When you're asleep where you hide from the truth, Deep in you're dreams of the mental abuse. Standing in fire of blasphemies name, imaging me killing you, St
When you're asleep where you hide from the truth, Deep in you're dreams of the mental abuse. Standing in fire of blasphemies name, imaging me killing you, St
Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?
Beat the drums tonight, Alphonso
Spread the news all over the grove
The big meeting has decided
That total was must burn on the grove
Does it mean I sh
Won't Look Back Lyrics
Sometimes you're hit by the moment When suddenly everything seems to be clear A time when the world moves so slowly A time when the answers just seem to appear
ould take my macheteSometimes you're hit by the moment When suddenly everything seems to be clear A time when the world moves so slowly A time when the answers just seem to appear
To chop my way through the path of life?
Does it mean I should run with the dog pack
Is that the way to be the one to survive?
Never need a gun says Tai Chi
Move on up to dragon snaps his tail
Fall back on still waters
Hammer with his eye on the nail
Is the music of grove skin rock
Soa
Creep Lyrics
(Austin) The 22nd of loneliness and we've been through so many thangs I love my girl with all honesty But I know she's cheatin' on me I look her i
ked in the diesel of was boys war?(Austin) The 22nd of loneliness and we've been through so many thangs I love my girl with all honesty But I know she's cheatin' on me I look her i
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?
Spread the word tonight please, Sammy
They're searching everyhouse on the grove
Don't go alone now, Sammy!
The wind has blown away the corner soul
Tell the news for me, Sammy
They're searchin
Beaten, Loved & Eaten Lyrics
Retching, stretching your spine Bleeding, vomiting wine On all fours, broken lips Weeping, rubbed fingertips Crawling in dirt In a torn skirt
g every place on the groveRetching, stretching your spine Bleeding, vomiting wine On all fours, broken lips Weeping, rubbed fingertips Crawling in dirt In a torn skirt
But don't go down alone new, Sammy!
The wind has blown away the corner soul
Is the music of grove skin rock
Soaked in the diesel of was boys war?
Blood, black gold and the face of a judge
Is the music calling for a river of blood?
Is the music calling for a river of blood?