know what you're after yeah And I've hidden it where you will never look I know you like to remember things that never happened I don't like driving in this fog
Übersetzung: Die Kirche. Nebel.
: [Accept Cover] Fog in the streets A church clock beats Midnight - darkness all around You better beware You better take care Be prepared for the
the windows Their face turned old and wrinkle Don't stare into the God eyes Flowin' ash, dark in the sky The fog that covered the Church part of the syze
the ROC Cocaine combined with rocks Rick James style, his nicknames "Wild; Old Dirt Dog" It hurt us all when his hearse disappeared in the fog I stayed
me from hell A jury of twelve await my burial they said they want my great material My vision blurry can't tell I hear the bells near the church steeple
x2] [Priest:] It seems like a giant hologram of the president head Above my projects Or the night crawling down like a panther From a tree where the fog
: I looked out across The river today I saw a city in the fog And an old church tower Where the seagulls play Saw the sad shire horses Walking home
Fog in the streets, a church clock beats Midnight, darkness all around You better beware, you better take care Be prepared for the shock The time has
Well, we made all the hot spots - my money flowed like wine And then that lowdown southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church
Well we made all the hot spots. My money flowed like wine Then that low down Southern whiskey began to fog my mind And I don't remember church bells
[Accept Cover] Fog in the streets A church clock beats Midnight - darkness all around You better beware You better take care Be prepared for the shock
of lies Church of fools, gluttony rules Eternal gospel, grace demise Is this the way to die? Season of the wicked While the fog is clearing, and the
I'm so bad I should join the fucking circus Snatching hoes purses, hope my luck reverses I'ma take the two piece with the biscuit from Churches No way the churches
I throw it to the wind And after all the hellos good-byes etc. etc. We can't start this thing again It's like the fog you walk towards, but never
Sunday disappears into the fog Darkness invites us all inside to hide amongst the lamplight radio glow Shadow in the pool Winter in the wind Message in
master Nocturnal prayers... In the forest A secret buried in this land Beyond this ways... Beyond the dark Frozen embrace of the winter wind Fog...
around me All is wrapped from the fog A sensation of an universal void Like an omen of death and decay The funeral bells are ringing... In the churches
