ll be the day that I die This'll be the day that I die Now, for ten years we've been on our own And moss grows fat on a rolling stone But, that's not
no puppets in the mix, just a bag of tricks Sticks and stone, may break your bones But rhymes and microphones be unloaded like a chrome Leave it alone or break
[Byford/Dawson] Waaaahhh Cast your spell in the night Black hearted woman mystifies Heart of stone cold as ice Play the cards roll the dice You're