Hunt the divine with malice and hate Because of them I know my fate Exist in this world deprived of mirth Raise Hell to Heaven and rid the earth Of Angels
Übersetzung: Good Will Hunting Soundtrack. Angeles.
cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled 'neath the shadows from the gaze of the cops Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks Is now hunted
each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled 'neath the shadows from the gaze of the cops Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks Is now hunted
Lies...keep your mouth fed Lies...till your death bed...lies Lies will come back to hunt you...bullet proof your limousine Lies will come back to hunt
away After all the joys in the taking Another beating by the villain Another angel fallen down Here comes the master of destruction again Perfect for the part Hunter
I've done some public speaking I find now-a-days it's just best to keep quiet But uh, sometimes you jus gotta let it out Young angel and young ryan You
: Snow, cement and ivory young towers Someone called us Babylon Those hungry hunters Tracking down the hours But where were all your shoulders when we
were my prey. I never told you, I hunt my prey. Pause, I'll take you back to a time a place A memory you where the angel, I'd never trust to carry me
the harpy fields Ride the great beast abandoned girls Lonely girls ride the great beast Virginal goddess of Hunt Diana Through the Brocken Spectre rose a lureing Angel
of romance Give me your nightmare Give me all that she can You are just a freak Coming up from the damn She's not your friend She's not your angel Like
: In the distant maze, I see two doors One leads to change, one leads to where I've been before I am an angel, on broken wings I am the beast, the devil
It, Kill It, Kill It What we can?t tie What we can?t buy Must die I?m soul hunter Of the might Upright hatemonger Angel of the blind People never wonder
time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather 3 And do a fly by Time to rip and hit and strangle I eat Guardian Angels
the sea of a million dreams Where nothing is as it once seemed I hear the Pan Pipes playing In what the wind is saying Here comes the fallen angel Here
for the Brown Mountain Light. [Chorus] Long years ago a southern planter came hunting in this wild land alone, And here, so they say, the hunter lost
said that I should listen Rachel hunt me down with golden tears worth dying for Her prose was sweet, the content nearly hit me She said: I?m an angel
