knows are they phony Or maybe are they real? Corn circles, hey Corn circles, hey Corn circles, is somebody playing a trick? Corn circles, pixies, witches
Übersetzung: Waterboys, die. Corn Circles.
the sky that burn the sky the wound she forced open is gone i am healed *listen to them* *children of the night* *what music they make* tears stream to the corners
say I'm crazy cause I'm all about the hood I can't get my shit together but I'm on leather and wood And the hood is all I know, patrol and circle the
: Chop, Chop, Chop Some people call me the creeper Cause they don't know my name or face I got 'em running in circles Because a homicidal genius never
Senseless and savage They act without order In logical lapses They stain their mouths with blood So take my hand This barren land is alive tonight Oh, the corn
: There's a blood red circle on the cold dark ground and the rain is falling down The church doors blown open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation
: (Bowie) In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers
: The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging
going back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack BLAOW Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know
and I'se The B'y that catches the fish and Brings 'em home to Liza [Chorus:] Hip-yer-partner Sally Tibbo Hip-yer-partner Sally Brown Fogo, Twillingate, Morton's Harbour, All around the circle
: A relaxed decision made our way I'm failing fast Can a circle become straight? The moments lost and now it's more to grab I'm losing vain Decision
: love's not what i'd call it whatever we're coming to: we're going round in circles it's pointless now, to tell the truth you're always (so) understanding
Who's that janky-ass nigga with last? Standing like a G pissing on America's flag Dub C, the nigga from Westside Westide Maad Circle bailing with a double
stay for a while [Al] Now I'm standin on the corner we about to get hyper [Ill] Aiyyo pass the 40-dog in a circle like a cypher [Al] Time to roll the
the trees Sitting in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee This perfect moment will soon be leaving me Suzanne calls from Boston the coffee's hot the corn
rise like the crime rate Vibrate the tristate, I make ya jaw aque Been around the world, put a house on the hill But still greasy like the corner store
