outsiders in for A moment of hell but they bought their way out while the Rest suffer turn your heads & walk away. Carry on just the Same
/ Remember the silence... Emmortal thugs: In other words bitch let me get tha glock cock put on the spot let there body rott mask wit bullet proof on
his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever
gold are now paved with sorrow God only knows what happens to love When the innocence is gone And the war of the angels rages on Rages on, oh, yeah,
the wall saucy Sal is still smiling as the nightmare is caught in his pain, Her body still perfect and tempting is blistered with blood of his tears, His
hero Saves a drowning child Cures a wasting disease Hero, lands the crippled airplane Solves great mysteries Hero, not the handsome actor Who plays a hero's role Hero
turned his back on the beautiful and innocent Annica. She was his intended from birth, but he couldn't let love for this saintly child cloud his duties
hero's role Hero, not the glamor girl Who'd love to sell her soul If anybody's buying, nobody's hero Nobody's hero, hero Nobody's hero, hero Nobody's
carry him on your horse to camp? [GIORGIO] [spoken] Only to our battalion. [BARRI] [spoken] Say you brought him back to camp! Why settle for being half a hero when full-fledged is
king is losin' his grip again They say you're bullet proof, they say you feel no pain It seems the hero is misunderstood again Is it love or is it surgery
his life in this dope game cocaine He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man I see tears in his sista and his momma eye His
we thought safe The dead arise outta hell To the hero that fell What is this I look upon Should be dead and gone How can I believe my eyes? Is it a
the pride of the backfield Ah, the hero of his day Yeah, he carried the ball for the red and blue But [incomprehensible] carried all the way And his
HAS GONE BEFORE:] [Episode I:] THE SPLENDOUR OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH THE BLAZON OF THE HYPERBOREAN EMPIRE [To be found on the second Bal
as his skin is or as short as his wick is The trick is to be able to walk big as his dick is And as sick as his music is, or was, still is Whatever, forever
on my knees I pray to god, give me the will to carry on I hear them come, the battle's near I gonna die, is it all real or fantasy Is it all real or
King is losin' his grip again They said you're bullet proof, they said you feel no pain It seems the hero is misunderstood again Is it love or is
