: Sind um die halbe Welt gefahren, waren in Polen und Peru. Ob Buenos Aires oder Kopenhagen, jeder Weg hat sich gelohnt. Hundertmal in Berlin versackt
: Deine Mutter sind die Schlachten Dein Vater ist der Tod Der Krieg schenkt dir das Leben Dein Wasser und dein Brot Du wei?t er wird dich finden Folgt
: Ram far into society Maybe I should speak ah not ya majesty We majesty, really, really, really wanna have a chance with ya Wanna come by di palace
: Wings of Satan, orb my heart! It burns with love for you. And it is ready now, to receive thee. Claws of darkness, tear my soul! For I have chosen
Yeah, yeah that sho' feel good Hello! I go by the name of simply Cee-Lo Green How do you do? Welcome I thought I'd seize this opportunity to tell you
[Hung] Look up in the sky it's a motherfuckin slug Some nigga done let one off and only my cousins sheddin' blood That loccest muthafucka from 29 st.
Chalice Borealis, lighting up the night No wonderland for Alice, she don't have the right Chalice Borealis, how does your garden glow? Molly, don't work
Where would you be without music? You would be nowhere at all We wouldn't be here doing this now If you weren't having a ball One for the road Sharing
Check it out, everybody in the house, check it out The House of Pain is in full effect Call me the corn fed, pecker wood, redneck cracker White bread
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions For the sanguine expectations that embellished
A mighty and unprecedented thought A vagrant memory from wilderness Where the civil and the servant are sought And tracing living death is frivolous It
My better self was always born tomorrow Though the wings of failed seraphs I would borrow As nights became obsessed with introspection The days a contravention
Thirteen years Inside your play To rise one day And find you dead The world had fled With much unsaid My last paternal kiss Thirteen years I missed your
You see me hang my spirits high My dirty linen's out to dry I've sought not freedom nor espy Placating reason in the rhyme A vindication of my crime
When they finally claim you All matter will cease, all dreams will expire And with a dead angel's touch And the loss of myself The vapour will fade Until
The night sky lights the fallen star To hold us in its grasp yet mock us from afar As cancer holds us all askew To mourn the dying now and start a life
