: Look at all the plans I made Falling down like scraps of paper I will leave them where they lie to remind me From the past a rumour comes Don't let
: [Intro: Sen Dog] ... y que cabron... me vale... a huevo... Tonces pues, pa mi clicka digo La pura Cypress Hill clicka familia, pa que sebas Muero por
: Slowly wake to face another day Hell, I can't escape Can someone tell me what is going on? Working for pennies, singing a song [Chorus:] Like in wasteland
: The night is dark, the moon is full Across the blood red plain Every step and every breath Brings me nearer home The spirits watch me on my way
: Leave me alone I'm over it And everybody's movin' on I can't see my tomorrow and yesterday has come and gone So leave me alone My mind is blown but
: You probably think you know where this is going. But this ain't one of them kinda songs. Somebody rolling, let's get it on. While I forget it all and
It??? impatience that??? holding back the clocks It??? a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If you??®e looking for repentance
All of the pain and all of the games I hope you all feel the same I gave you the good, you gave me the bad I'll give you the hurt today You're all headstones
Buried waist deep, gagged and bound Piles of heads lie on the ground Executioners start to assemble Condemned man shakes with fear Doom now becoming
guide the stone ! The weight of your sin condemn you ! Lapidation ! Please... cry in pain I want to enjoy your death I am the stone ! That crushes your vermin faith ! Lapidation
Missed my only chance to live in happiness I guess we'll live alone, or die of loneliness Why's life Why's life, why's life so hard Why's life, why's
Sitting in my bedroom baby, You know I'm spinning. Haven't got much headroom, But I'm only living. When I'm like this, I can only just sit, Why did you
Is it a war zone? Is it a freak show? Is it a terror dome? Is it a radio? Is it a firewall? Is it a death toll? Is it an atom bomb? Is it a tombstone
Look at all the plans I made Fallin' down like scraps of paper I will leave them Where they lie to remind me From the past a rumor comes Don't let it
INTRO Huh... dis dem ferrari boyz... catch up... burr... catch up... catch up... GUCCI: she stoned, she stoned, she gone off that patron; i gave
You're calling me late at night Spasmodically breathing You wisper to my tired ear unintelligible message Sloooooow!!! Stone it, fuck it! Don't creep
I will remake what your "god" have done I will remember the things you deny How he died on the cross I'll make him die again Foolish ones, do you believe
When you're stoned, baby And I am drunk And we make love It seems a little desolate It's hard sometimes not to look away And think what's the point When