: Let's start the fire now, It's time to burn the souls To forget ourselves and lose control. Our minds are now unleashed! We feel like being Lords,
Let's start the fire now, It's time to burn the souls To forget ourselves and lose control. Our minds are now unleashed! We feel like being Lords, Ruling
but that fire-ya Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's and I'll roast a deal what's on my old poster
where 1,000,000 worlds are one. Where is he going to ? He?s going to make contact with the living and the dead... Here comes Black Gold... Gather round young and old
bound hell hounds With scales down to their tails growl wild Chasing us barking it darkens dropping revolvers in apartments Here comes the marksman up the staircase I start
winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old
of course, no remorse, better start jettin No need for fuckin with the killer when I'm goin down Nigga please, no r.i.p.'s for these westside gees I fires
make yourself ready for the lords of the dark they'll watch your way so be cautious, quiet and hark You hear them whispering in the crowns of the trees
over all Sparkling ice on the dead man's chest glittering ice in his hair Ice on his fingers ice in his heart ice in his glassy stare Hard as a log
nothin' but that fire-ya Keep all my hoes cause I'm a liar Neighborhood uh-hotter that a toaster, ridin' MoMo's and I'll roast a deal what's on my old
I fought of sleep with both fists and sometimes fire With no more then a blow gun I made from an exhausted pen I shot the stars out of the sky When each
read Alice in wonderland. don't make the mistake of pitching to me underhand. today I enter my late twenties officially, or react with water initially. I'm dead
on highways Friday's are tight but Saturday just makes it old When tonight's are hot warm enough to feed your soul Growing old Something's gotta change
would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video
me to kneel Cold Steel embrace, shivering Kiss of God Stripped naked I lie feeling old, So old From beginning to end I witness The Names of the Dead
bell started to chime In the graves the dead began to writhe and twist their bones The wind whispered in the trees along with their wining moans The town, so old
He got the high sign so he jumped a bus Along the roads that wind on through The hot mojave and the jericho He'd start his whole life anew And what he
