It's late and light bulbs dim A million eyes await arise And I can't lift myself into that hole My presence hovers above The gutter waits below This ghost
She didn't want to know my inner bowels Didn't want to hear those late night growls I could have been one of a million monks Straying from the discipline
The sun is up and look at me Head for shade away from view Ill with just the sight of you The girls laying out Have filled me with doubt They said I am
Amen to the search for the knowledge of this world Wishing that it sprang from every soul like a pearl Did you do your own research? Did you build from
Übersetzung: Holy Sons. Mehr Flophouse Blues.
Übersetzung: Holy Sons. Dinge, die Sie beim Warten Do For The Apocalypse.
Übersetzung: Holy Sons. Warm Coals.
It's late and light bulbs dim A million eyes await arise And I can't lift myself into that hole My presence hovers above The gutter waits below This
The sun is up and look at me Head for shade away from view Ill with just the sight of you The girls laying out Have filled me with doubt They said I
so dawg that means He never comes second Nothing should ever replace or overshadow this God Ever reduce or lower his position as God Man, He's holy, plus
you That's what I'm having a de ja vu Lord when I lay down down to sleep I pray for the Lord and the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, And if I should
the weak Ethnic elimination Any day we'll all be Swept away You'll be saved As long as you obey Lies Tools of the devil inside Written in Holy
the front but the truckers a mile away niggaz wanna ride tomorrow when they prolly die today cause the P'll hollow the guns Holla at sons if you feel
you want? Like a fistfull of metal we hunt We're the bastards of your dreams - A mean machine, we always come clean A mean pack of sinners, no saints - Sons
good They even coach little league in the neighborhood Is this true have you really seen the holy ghoast? Na bitch not even close Back to reality your sons
me over cattle stocks blocks of ice, I began to flock, flock, flock, flock across Mecca with a rigid projector, seeking my scepter, looking, at, Rebecca two sons
