The leather soles go shuffling in, Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin. Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost? The
The leather soles go shufflin' in Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin Now who will toast our noble host Who has this mornin' given up the ghost? The wooden
Übersetzung: Kupplung. Eulogy For A Ghost.
The leather soles go shuffling in, Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin. Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?
in the breeze At forty five degrees in the sky Suddenly I felt something Had me by the belt And in between my praying Swore I heard a stallion neighing Was the ghost
: My crimson covered hands - clutch heart strings newly broken moths breed in my entrails - hate washes through my fucking veins friendship turns to
first, your destiny?s inside the dirt Cause my trigger finger?s faster than the hands of Wyatt Earp I?ll stumble in a bar, guns and bourbon in my clutches
:] New Amsterdam it's become much too much Till I have the possession of everything she touches Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches Till
at my school, nigga I rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar from across the water, watch your daughter She might catch the Holy Ghost
money, like Ink be blowing swishes I'm swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow (CARMELO!) I get your girl to get ghost
block, through the alley Though the backdoor into a lobby When I came in, I saw the kid backin' up, with his gat in his clutch And floor full of stuff
options, hip hop or selling dope.. now guess what i chose?.. {Both}.. Im in effect with the flows.. i clutch mics, and clutch times, i never choke...
fuckin whole team off the roster Starting lineup, Iron Lung (and Funk Doctor) "..funk with the Big Dogs" (4X) [Method Man] Johnny Blaze the Ghostrider (uhh) Ghost
used to roll with Misfits and Nitwits But now who I do biz with Ain't none of yo business Blood thirst In the church now The earth's The worst Clutch
: Glazed their eyes on the avenue weighed down by the knots that life tangled them in chances full of locks cold people clutch their bibles praying
must have heard too many shots when the ghost pirates raided [Chorus x2] [Outro: Warcloud] Immortal battalion wit pirates ship and a ghost crew Explosives