i spy yellow green roses in mary's garden i am god don't love you anymore down in new orleans i know where the devil dwells within ya i have loved the
It's infected, this city's a wasteland Slow drone reality Figure heads and scapegoats Holding back the punch line To exaggerate just right We're collecting
Hundreds lay dead and plaster the wet cobblestone of the haunted city There are no streetlights but the full moon on this chilling December's night. Silence
Übersetzung: Pazuzu. The Haunted City.
the lines of repetition That all my fear's been carving Haunted eyes Sing in secret Haunted eyes Are huge and empty Haunted eyes Flutter just like butterfly wings Haunted
The fear of sleep has left me tired and worn. But in her dreams is where I will haunt her. I've seen the shadows.. Of this burning angel. These city lights
me like you are my dad How long can a girl be shackled to you How long before my dignity is reclaimed How long can a girl stay haunted by you Soon I'
the-E-to-the-P Hookin up with Primo (?) do it (do it) [Verse One] We comin through to take control of each zip code Bridgin the gap from rap to calypso We gonna strike each city
risin' on a new age, See the groom still waitin' at the altar. Don't know what I can say about Claudette that wouldn't come back to haunt me, Finally
walks the plank, Life is in mirrors, death disappears Up the steps into the nearest bank. We live in a political world Where courage is a thing of the past Houses are haunted
fall." Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety. You fight for the throne and you travel alone Unknown as you slowly sink And there's no time to think. In the Federal City
of flight. And for each and every underdog, a soldier in the night we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin' Well, in the city's melted furnace unexpectedly
da drau?en wie ein Tagesschausprecher Mit 18 schon gebechert, Whiskey Pur nur um den Traum zu killen Du Clown wirkst gegen mich wie eine Missgeburt aus Haunted
There is a city by the sea A gentle company I don't suppose you want to And as it tells its sorry tale In harrowing detail Its hollowness will haunt you
of her mind Stuck on the wall with a thousand faces Unwanted posters of the haunted places Roll up for the ghost train Non-stop through the city Step
gangstas roll Think like the late great Capone when the bank is closed It's cats that claim they bold, but they ain't this cold I'm from New York City
