to me A stained glass cross looking down on me Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross hanging
me A stained glass cross, looking down on me Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross, hanging
me A stained glass cross looking down on me Hey, old man When I'm going six feet down You gotta make that promise to me A stained glass cross hanging
Übersetzung: Down. Stained Glass Cross.
broken glass I'm a flesh fanatic psychopath I can cause you pain and make it last Dangerous tonight I'm dangerous when the sun goes down So cross yourself
tink di war soon done Intra tech run hot an it nuh cool down Nah lef mi strappings it's like it glue down Show mi di next target mi go shoot down Mi just
1916 to that loyal heart you're forever nineteen or are you a stranger without even a name forever enshrined behind some old glass pane in an old photograph torn, tattered, and stained
bit too loud Oh but that never hurt no one So come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal and I?ll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain
I set-trip, and I slowly blas with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin, stains of blood on your Roley glass When I'm, in your hood nigga throw
set trip and I slowly blas With a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin', stains of blood on your Roley glass When I'm, in your hood nigga throw
Her legs crossed like a lady short skirt, in the gym behind the velvet rope had a glass of wine something cheap that I picked up from the waiter moving
Crab leg, walk on top of rappers, then I cross men I be the Silver Surfer, glidin' with a fly leather Wig, gold chains, my glasses fog in the rainy weather
and tears I saw the torture brutal murder of my father So my brain became stained with the horror I'm having reoccurring nightmares Of being soaking wet, strapped down
glass I'm a flesh fanatic psychopath I can cause you pain and make it last (Aah) Dangerous tonight I'm dangerous when the sun goes down So cross yourself
bit too loud aw But that never hurt no one So come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal and I'll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain
narrow I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here