my superstitions, I stood on the vents for long enough to blend the person I was then with who I am now. It's my shining hour, Ring out a joyful hymn
've stood on the fence For long enough to blend The person I was then with who I am now It's my shing hour Ring out a joyful hymn For the prisoner on
tune, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. The ocean wild like an organ
'con D'impact eclater la console et lyncher. C'est comme mater dans l'canon d'un calibre charge c'est mon putain d'nom Et c'morceau un hymne pour les
of kin Sacrificed the Hoopty Twins To the god of halibut and fins, But when the stench took to the winds The styes marched onward singing hymns That
and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, and songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along- I'm on the ugly organ again. Sing along
, and songs of lament. A couple of hymns of confession, And songs that recognize our sick obsessions. Sing along - I'm on the ugly organ
, lay down, Lay down the song you strum, And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum. The ocean wild like an organ played
(feat. Choppa, Magic) [Hook] We gone take it to the Body We gone take it to the Head We bust a bitch head We bust a bitch head We gone take it to the
of kin Sacrificed the Hoopty Twins To the god of halibut and fins, But when the stench took to the winds The styes marched onward singing hymns That sounded