sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your momma
ass, to sow it back, I'm a beast, holmes It's ground beef, in the streets, so we street's clone Like fresh fruit, from a tree, so the heat's blown Your
s out there She was right tho Ain't gonna help with a light tho People dying tonight Cause yo this maniac is, out there I'm hanging like a possum
burned to see how a town could be brought to its knees By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars and the gas that hangs on to every tree Now the army
fee And if it be false you tell to me Then hanged you shall be Go saddle me the black he said Go saddle me the grey And sound you not the horn said
hands Just as long as he can see One hand in the birdfeed And a hand in the apple tree He stands in line, just a little behind A yellow moon that hangs
All die under the staff; Or get burned like Betty Shabaz and I will laugh Demons at dimensional doorways come through this But I will have you hanging from a tree
of the woods we kiss Artemis be near me in the arms of the ancient oak where daylight hangs by a lunar noose and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
not one to talk out of school Greta- Well of course not. Gina- But things have gone a little too far Greta- What things are those Gina? Gina- Van Horne
discovery of a b-side of life a map of voices a warning to others who would come this way an animal who has seen things a horn twisted into shapes
discovery of a b-side of life (a map of voices) a warning to others who would come this way an animal who has seen things a horn twisted into shapes
Went to USC, got a degree I must have learned a thing or three But I never learned the right way To hang a tire swing from the old oak tree I?m not country
God said don't give me your tin horn prayers Don't buy roses off the street down there Took it all and took the dirt road home Dreamin' of Jenny with
God said don't give me your Tin horn prayers Don't buy roses off the street down there Took it all and took the dirt road home Dreaming of Jenny with
God said: don't give me your tin horn prayers Don't buy roses off the street down there Took it all and took the dirt road home Dreaming of Jenny with
burned to see how a town could be brought to its knees By the armoured cars and the bombed out bars and the gas that hangs on to every tree Now the
