where lyrics are bland and heretics hang // Every warrior has an ax to bury, but he has to learn to discern between enemy and adversary // I said to myself
do to crews like you How many niggaz in my career I've ran through" "At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt, Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
you by your actions Your love is sorcery, drowning in emotion, poisoning me Unfortunately your memory is haunting me I'm feeling pains that I can't even describe But if I have to bitch, you fuckin' buried me alive
to hell He nearly blew us back home to Australia And the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain Well we buried ours and the Turks buried
walking again Back to bury myself in the snow With a part of me gone and its hard to hold To a person that I used to know And it kills me inside I am buried alive
buried theirs And we started all over again Those who were living just tried to survive In a mad world of blood death and fire And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive
for the wind to blow Can't carry myself can't carry me home On my own will Wait for the wind to blow Can't bury myself can't carry us both On my own
myself Save me from myself Save me from myself, myself, myself Save me from myself Save me from myself Save me from myself Save me from myself Save me from myself, myself, myself
us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to australia But the band played waltzing matilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the turks buried
stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that!) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh yup
to pay Can't see myself in a jail rottin' Plus I got lawyers that are better than Cochran If there's a witness on tape that they play Probably a broad that I used
d blown us all to hell Nearly blew us right back to Australia But the band played Waltzing Matilda As we stopped to bury our slain We buried ours and the Turks buried
routine they know the score They've done all they can for you I've done all I can The road is long the road is wide I buried myself half alive but I'
love you Fuck, fuck, fuck 'til you drown trying to do something selfless Fuck, fuck, fuck 'til you're annoying and get buried alive [Whit Hertford]
bird Everything you knew was sideways and phallic The highways traffic added to Friday's madness The warm wrinkled skin loosely hung of earnest cheekbones Below eyes designed to bury
t just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I comin or
don't just stand there, OPERATE! I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive Am I comin
mon) I take you fuckin' bullies - let's do this P is deadly, he's just like his music Come through like the Taliban unit Catch me by myself, I'm only
