sings a lullaby, For her most dearest murder. Harmony brings shadows of the past Harmony brings shadows of the past. Her lips are those of a beauty,
torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i'm looking up as i'm lying on my back bite the beast if i want a big piece of the pie
mother a bald-headed freak bitch? Yes You fall asleep and you wake up dead With a broken broom sticking out your forehead I sing lullabies till you dose
beast Your whole life is a beat The cries of a baby Soothes, the baby sleeps The mirrors and expressions of your life Emotion Life is a song, a beat, a
your frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost
domain A lullaby the breezes whisper And I look into her eyes And my frozen heart begins to thaw And burns, 'til layer after layer Melts away into a pool A
To your God But the sins will forever be.... Yours!! Right into the pieces of your broken soul With the laugher of the enemy like sirens in your ears A lullaby for
know about right or wrong Skin on skin I want to scratch your flesh And skin on skin I need to scrape the bones of Skin on skin You can't teach me a
a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
Won her at a young and tender age Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer Like a bird in a gilded cage Well, one time a man from Tulsa Challenged
Horses Dream Of Nightmares? Standing on a strange shore- this desolate coastline, it offers cold comfort. Very little more than the sky for a blanket the earth for
torment to a fine art smart like a foxy and craf-ty-as-a-cat i?m looking up as i?m lying on my back bite the beast if i want a big piece of the pie
savage beast) Your whole life is a beat (the cries of a baby) Soothes, the baby sleeps (the mirrors and expressions of your life) Emotion (life is a song, a beat, a
your mother a bald-headed freak bitch? yes You fall asleep and you wake up dead With a broken broom sticking out your forehead I sing lullabies till you
AGAIN PLAY THE ONE WITH ALL THE CHANGES SOME LULLABIES FOR SLEEPING A LULLABY FOR WEEPING AND ONE TO TEACH MY HEART TO FIGHT AND WIN SINGING A SAILIN
ya frame for pocket change Fiend for the Rush Hour 4, then pop a vein Thousand dollar corks pop, pause or get off top Used to be a general, just lost