was paper, the driver parted company with earth There was nothing in the air but quiet calm as he soared over the wreckage far below When the driver
it was paper, the driver parted company with earth There was nothing in the air but quiet calm as he soared over the wreckage far below When the driver
a sweet revenge Comes crashing down the stair Into the grave And even though remorse Was often in his mind Striking hard and swift The stick is driven
: [plates 7-10] In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy, drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead, the road of excess leads
bow at their feet. All will stand and fight. Revenge is fucking sweet. White knuckles rule the night! Knives held high with pride! Vengeance will be ours. Driven
always slipping away Bum! Jerk! Piece of dirt! The bosses welcome knock me down Kiss my ass! I'll get you someday Revenge is sweet and I will make you
Revenge never tasted so sweet CHORUS BRIDGE: Who cares who wins 'cause just the same I'm not into baby games Yet you once swept me off my feet Now look who's in the driver
flippers, fifty shots and quarter bags Raisin riches no matter week, servin keys out paper bags And hustlin hard, countin money by the sack Watch my back, niggas jack Sweet revenge
chow mein All that's foul, all that's stained Breeding in my toxic brain And after dinner I could go for something sweet Revenge for all those years
: This night, walk the dead in the solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. in the dress your husband hates way down, mark the grave where the
a demon Wounded from deep within Love has turned to hate so murder fantasies Beyond all reason can begin And so your heart it fills with rage Driven
Another turn in this lifeless life I'm closer to my field of dreams Temptation has lost this time Mending my soul with the sweet of revenge As I realise
This night, walk the dead in the solitary style and crash the cemetery gates. in the dress your husband hates way down, mark the grave where the search
It's 2gether, whoa Ooohhh it's 2gether, whoa Number 2-G-E-T-H-E-R to the CD you play in you car Drive to, cry to, blow that star Tiger Woods is 10 strokes
til the weekend I'ma check around until I catch 'em out there pumpin' on the block without his weapon it's only fair I get revenge, because revenge is so sweet
