--------------------- Gioie e noie di anni di convivenza Per qualcuno sono una schiavitu` La coppia in crisi genera cattivi odori E poi mostri fughe ed
I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring While the ice gives way under my feet And so I drown with the sun I've been burning in water and
I spent all day long just slavin' in the kitchen I wanted everything to be just right Yeah, the table's dressed with all the fancy trimmin's Won't he
They got they hands clappin [14x] [Verse 1: Lil' Pete] The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthafuckers We killing you suckas undercover
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy you
Con una mente reprobada Cometiendo hechos anormales Intentan destruir La anatomia de un cuerpo Cuya cabeza los derroto Y los despojo vaciando Sus arterias
I see a battle-A blonde man, with much blood about his belt, and a hero-halo 'Round his head, whole hosts he will destroy. His jaws are settled in a
chorus of waifs:] lay me down. [soldier:] to sleep. [chaplain:] and now stricken with pangs that tear at our backs like thistle down the mirror's soft silver tain
down. chorus of waifs: lay me down. soldier: to sleep. chaplain: and now stricken with pangs that tear at our backs like thistle down the mirror's soft silver tain
Jesus and all his saints couldn't save our wretched face And no man parting some sea could keep you from me We had to walk away from the streets that
Park guell makes you even more beautyful As if you were created by gaudi the master himself 'caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to
, undoubtedly, Tain Bo Cuailgne ( The Cattle Raid of Cooley ), the centrepiece of the Ulster cycle of Heroic Tales. Normally referred to as "The Tain
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle That threatens to tighten and destroy you
Though you may be pure of heart And free of sin An' though you have been chosen To begin An' yet you must be worthy of The prophecy But seek and you shall
Open casket funeral A catholic tribulation A cold last supper Well, it's only up to you Dreary dead disciples A prostitute Eve A dirty shroud in Turin
Written by anon I cannot get to my love if I would die; The water of tyne runs between her and me And here I must stand with a tear in my 'ee, Both sighing
[Music: De Feis/Pursino, lyrics: De Feis] Father forgive thcm for they know not what they are doing Break this bread and drink the wine just remember
Thursday night. The Last Supper.] (Apostles) Look at all my trials and tribulations Sinking in a gentle pool of wine Don't disturb me now I can see the