Shifting inside patterns the division multiples echoing the mystery mimicking the slide sound searching slowly below the flaming web moving with his eyes
Shifting inside patterns the division multiplies echoing the mystery mimicking the slide sound searching slowly below the flaming web moving with
Dry drunk on a corner Wet waste of a girl Theme for a jackal Play you death-song, you probably listen Stand idly by as they rape your children like you
Ein junger Engel tritt vor den Tempel Unter seinen Schwingen klebt ihr Speichel Von seinen Wimpern tropft frisches Blut Er A?ffnet seine HA nde und schreit
Ein junger Engel tritt vor den Tempel Unter seinen Schwingen klebt ihr Speichel Von seinen Wimpern tropft frisches Blut Er offnet seine Hande und schreit
I dived into the pool The cool, the blue from heat The sun breathes fire On marrakesh To burn the busy street My brow the wet of fever My throat the dry
On your knees 'cause you're not wanted Your life is a chaos, you wonder will it ever end And all these feelings, they're for real, yeah Keep you down
I've got one holy life to live I've got one holy life to give I've got one holy life to live I've got one holy life to give [repeat]
The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows The new plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows Beneath the two lane concrete
No time to spare, Knife the air, kids beware. Fight off a fit, Loose my bit, catch my wits. Alone at last. Refuge from the smoke and gin, Time to check
One enchanted evening, As I lay on my bed, I took two little square mirrors And placed them end to end. Then, just to play with the moonlight, I raised
I'm driving hard, punching holes in the heat The air is clammy, a hamper full of nightmare's sheets. I'm goin' fast like a fading blonde No time
All I want is a little sign to tell my left from right, before the ground beneath me sets it's sights. All I need is a reference guide to tell the
Well, it is such a useless waste Filing all those folks away But it's business as usual, today. See, they were tryin to get over On a market that s been
Pipes comin nitrous as I distance my lair, No drunk bump s raggin can contain this affair. See, I m sweatin faster than the sky can absorb. My eyes are
I was taking in the haight With a guest from l.a. Wearin underwears Like a hat on my head. The spirit of the sixties Was all around From high on hippie
Stars spinning, the earth forgiving our backs. Pines season the cool wind as we fill our chests. Babe, you dropped the hammer of love, you dropped