, yeah Your denial will lead you Single file into the ground You're already dead You're already dead You're already dead You're already dead You're dead
! Your denial will lead you single-file into the ground You're already dead! You're already dead! You're already dead! You're already dead! You're dead
Übersetzung: Story Of The Year. March Of The Dead.
s park Silent and determined they set to embark On a three day fast and a five mile march For a man's been shot on the picket line Sixty years of strength
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people
the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story about this burglar
This is the story of Bobby and June A boy and a girl who kidnapped the moon But they fell in love To the sound of guns The year was 1861 The army came
The exuctioner's plot controlled by the feds Take illegal action, they want Mumia dead This nation of savages been trying to kill us for years [Tragedy
Nothing can keep you down. Nothing can keep you dumb. Nothing can keep you marching. Nothing will keep you young. You talk about your life in sports
and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand
thugged out with blind fury They want us all under the jam end of story Brave and heartless We can have million marches but when you black you under
The years they passed like a flowing stream in a highland vale shrouded in green. The Fianna marched with Fionn at their helm, though older and wiser
where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character." - MARTIN LUTHER KING (At the Civil Rights March of March
his wife An everyday story of country life And the red brick cottage where I was born Is the empty shell of a holiday home Most of the year there's
