comes out in a line Let it out P, what, let it out P, what Let it out P, my nigga let it out, okay Jesus will arrange it, but Jesus won't change it
you think what you need is a crutch? In the crowd of pain St. Jimmy comes without any shame He says, "We're fucked up" But we're not the same And mom
well Halloween in Heaven It's Christmas in Hell, Hell, Hell Halloween in Heaven, oh well, oh well The Devil stole a Yule tree decorated with souls Jesus
bang out now. This is a never dug disco, Zoo York tycoon, memorandum bonanza banter clamp crunk out the fish bowl. Gorgeous how struggling gills wriggle out water, ain't it? Same
if I'd ever seen jesus ''cause she had backstage passes for the three of us (chorus) So now she's gone and broke my heart, God damn her Turns out she's been fucking a drum
rhythm of the war drums Pay no mind to the rabble Pay no mind to the rabble Head down, go to sleep To the rhythm of the war drums Pay no mind what
I hope to see you sometime Though our paths will never intertwine again I hope you notice I'm no hare and you're no tortoise And I'm touched by the same
Mark volman (lead vocals) Howard kaylan (lead vocals) Ian underwood (woodwinds, keyboards, vocals) Aynsley dunbar (drums) Don preston (keyboards, mini
but they're very suave Jesus high on wine, weeping turpentine (Mike) What are they doing in there? Have they got guns? Make you run up and down the same
many groups plays like the jesus and mary Chain? or do you think they are the own. sorry? do you think you are Playing on the same style? [thurston:]
like Whitley and Wayne man They say we look the same but we ain't chasin' the same thing It all boils down to they think everythings relative Jesus might
like "oh, yo that shit is crazy Jay might want it for this compilation album he doin, called The Dynasty." And at that time, like the drums really weren
(Stradlin'/Caltia/Rose) I'll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix Jesus don't ya git tired of turnin' tricks But when your innocence dies You'll find
, oh well Halloween in heaven It's Christmas in hell Halloween in heaven Oh well, oh well The devil stole a yule tree Decorated with souls Jesus
is up, not get up {TURN IT UP} YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT) GET UP OUT THAT
you think what you need is a crutch? In the crowd of pain. St. Jimmy comes without any shame He says ?we're fucked up? But we're not the same And mom
Oh) Got to get that money that's how we get down, get down (Yeah) Suicide doors I'm so Cole bane Lowie Camel Jacket The back is the same Jesus Joey [? ]
