Allel+¦ia aingeal ag glaoch. It was hard to see with a bottle of jack I'm just about glad that it was a memory
Quit scarin' them fuckin' kids with yo ugly ass mug
If it makes my head go round.
Que hoy ha perdido el Bar+ža
Let me goÔÇŽ
We're not gonna stop
Piecing up these broken scenes
That someone some day might come my way,
I know how hard it must seem
Again the empire of evil,
As I could go on my first time.
My name is G.O.D.
I'll make you breakfast in the morning
The show must go on, I got something to dance to
Pain is sickness, Pain is the cure
By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin braver
I was permittet to sit
My style venomous, ending lust and with us a Mausburg bust
DonT+t let them tell you lies
seldom seen a view so clear
Brown brass leading up to ionic columns.
this is a song about the way things are
Haze garden
from a beat up truck by a rural motel.
And even though we try , the truth brings us to tears ;