tie That sits in towers up in the blue sky Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death Arms make profit from
That sits in towers up in the blue sky, Above the clouds, obscure the scarred earth, Discuss manoeuvres, moves for more death, Arms make profit from
run rival sweeps Sick platoons flood the streets of los Like a sick typhoon Mutha-fuckas drive by world wide And everybody you and I know dies The only guarantee in life is death
I'm number one in Augusta, like J.C. Like little Herman from Pittsburgh you pay me Like Zack Thomas and Frank Molten I be the young nigga half the death
ll ride my pony There?s a wreath of bones and ribbon hangin? on my cabin door Lusty appetites have ravaged all of summer?s stores And the fear of death
where two fool kids First found love in my old tempest Girl, we were something Ribbons in your hair and white cotton dress Hearts on fire both scared to death
spirit to dummy dimwits syndicate jackals I'm broken arrow to the fuckin bone (broken poem) I don't really believe in God But God, I'm scared to death
Random raining, ribbons of melancholy The moment dies right here, before me Grey horizons tarred to my days The curtain fell, still the solitary plays
, gotcha heart pumping Nerves twitching, eyes jumping, heads will roll When the pound starts kicking You be missing Mom's will be wearing that yellow ribbon
side, And see the waves sae sweetly glide Beneath the hazels spreading wide, The moon it shines fu' clearly. Ca' the yowes, &c. Ye sall get gowns and ribbons
cold dream And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars I've seen angels in the shooting galleries qnd heroes in the bars I've seen a death warrant
livin' Fleein' from the condo, I go on a ribbon Life goes on, that may sound wrong but hey We all live by the rules of the game we play Day to day, death
is in space; For Grenada its an American invasion. 1984 after twelve weeks the striking miners still Battle on and in Brighton the P.M. and cabinet narrowly Escape death
I once was a happy man of sound and stable mind Then my neighbour bought a dog He put a ribbon on its head to make it cute But it still looked like a
Sleeping masters roused to burning homes from beds. Steeping toddlers plucked from their watery deaths: ribbons, plaques and soft-soap are the ephemeral
felt better, then i would of felt like i really offerd society something, you know if I wanted to kill somebody I'd kick this .. and beat you to death
you hear me shout? Bleeding through my ribbon on my eyes (To come home) What I'm thinking now When I take you out We can always start To havoc death