what they said, They all left me for dead And when I'm done God can have his way God can have his way God can have his way For now... You, And when
they said, They all left me for dead, And when I'm done, God can have his way, God can have his way, God can have his way, For now..., You, And when
The figures rising they seem too harmless They seam too instant they sound too faithful I've cracked them open but they're empty inside They sound like vultures approaching their dead They
his right "I wonder what he might have wrote?" ("Yo, you mean written, E") "Oh, what's the difference? Check the note, man" ("Are you kiddin' me? C'mon
