I didn't want to a leave you behind But your clothes weren't stepping into line Too much self-pity, not enough nitty-gritty And just when you were looking
I didnt want to, Leave you behind, But your clothes werent stepping, Into line. Too much self pity, Not enough nitty griity And just when you were looking
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I didnt want to, Leave you behind, But your clothes werent stepping, Into line. Too much self pity, Not enough nitty griity And just when you were
you tell me why Time after time they drag you down Down in the darkest deep Fools and their madness all around Know that the light don't sleep Step into
, come into my house Don't make me wait Come into my house Give me body Don't make me wait Come into my house Give me body Here's a dance step, from
tell me why? Time after time They drag you down Down in the darkness deep Fools in their madness all around Know that the light don't sleep Step into
never worried `bout the cost he never worries of he's wrong or right and there's no method to his madness you watch him step up to the firing line she
But for every killing there's a reason and it's not just MC's, man! I'm watching C-SPAN, waiting for the first state rep To take the first step, to have
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
madness Just watch him step up to the firing line And it's all a game It doesn't matter who plays It's just the nature of the beast To jump into the
up out of my mind Thinking of loving and constantly hating Consuming us all the time I'm worse if no better with pages and letters That change into words
shalt soon embrace the reckoner Thy halo of glory, hope's true gage May prove to be an evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness
of glory, hope's true gage May prove to be an evil pilgrimage Something had happened beyond her control A moment of madness unfettered a soul That would
Command to Vietnam Back into the jungles depths Armed to the teeth Cold blooded experience Mercenary paid to slaughter Sector madness kill and destroy
concerned Cause every time they grab the mic Mc's will get burned But they're here to represent, you see With more funky joints like these They kick some lines
