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Rolling Stones Too Much Blood

, sing for the love of God Sing for the changing man I've been a rolling stone since the devil first came to me No light upon my feet, so much that I

, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At

rock till my tape pop Andre Nickatina I got a lifetime ghetto past if the money gonna last high way patrol say i drive too fast man im a bank roll

out the mask upon the Hills Where every little creek is shot with Silver bullets that is no problem i Have a barrel of assorted verbs let Me pluck-one Fuck you much too

Sentimental me, sentimental me Here we go again, we may never change So you can call me Pollyanne --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shatter Prick of the pin, no blood on me I've been tested, total wasted and too

flow Too much for you thug And can't stand the flood What up Doc? Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd The sureshot Mr. Meth I'm unplugged (learn) Temperatures too

much I'd love that You would be good for us both, as good for us both as before You look so much the same! I must confess that you have changed

cut the pie five ways We came off with two mil kid Fast (Rollie fingers, no doubt coming through) La costra nostra (Johnny Blaze!) (Lou Diamonds!) Represent kid (Tony Starks) Universal frontier (Original blood

black & white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro' the deep. Black'ning all beneath, so that the nether deep grew black as a sea,& rolled