In shackles the dreams keep haunting But don't you turn away, from the light of day Then everything fades to black [CHORUS] Go back to Hell The dawning
: [Dronjak / Cans] Saints - From heaven Hell hang-arounds - Decending Disciples of repression Fuse - Our evil Exterminate - Protectors Bringing us down
On The Long March To The Viet' Jungle 'Oh Christ' I mumbled as I Drew That Card And My Mates Came to Slap Me on The Back With Due Regard We Were The
on the long march to the Viet jungle "Oh Christ", I mumbled as I drew that card And my mates came to slap me on the back with due regard We were the sixth
beside him They went to his truck and we was low ridin Back to Detroit like MOJO Fucked his ass up and we forgot about toto Bang woke up drunk as hell
you bad for me to hold and not let go, till the world... Stops putting me through hell And so I drink, just to think of something else You, like clouding up my perfect skies so emptying cans
routed path as math magnified caves splashed in ash mud Travel back before your wahs, laughs, graf, grass, and cash was The dew on day one back to the
your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin? like two midgets in the back seat wrasling Speakerbox vibrate the tank, make it sound like aluminum cans in the back
Hell or Salt Lake City It would be about the same to me It would be about the same to me [Kid Rock] My name is... My name is... I'm going platinum Back
The president movin ki's back and forth from overseas Distroyin this nation, bringin blacks to there knees It's hard time [?] killin their own kids New borns in trash cans
, let's see your seat belt fastened Trunk rattlin', like two midgets in the back seat wrestlin' Speaker box vibrate the tag Make it sound like aluminum cans
't run shit, yeah Who run this shit? We run this bitch Put your hands up, nigga Put your hands up, bitch Put your hands up, hoe Put your hands, trick My back
any cost so it's no remorse When I'm blastin' off like you been askin' for it When Black step in the door all hats is off Your hands up in the air goin' back
Girl came through, the light skin honey with the cinnamon smell Girl was so enticing, baby, make a nigga choose hell Momma hopped up on cocaine Daddy
bad habit I killed Tony, Lucky Charms, and the Silly Rabbit, Cut the lights, see that shit, I'm glowing Alright, I'm done, cut em back on, wait, where
a hundred degrees, Where I'm from you might see Suffa MC, Walking the traps trying to escape the map, Ninety one was my shit I'm trying to take it back
you got on the stage you would all be warned About if you're good enough, to rock the place But if you wasn't they would throw beer cans in your face
together Holly wore a string around her finger There are strings attached to every single lover But they still can't even tether us together Listen to the back
