belly to drop like an apron full of boulders If you could hold up her threadbare Coat to the light where it's worn translucent in places You'd see
I will shake your hand when you drop by. Oh, bring me to your churches and met me look inside, Bring me to your weddings and let me kiss the bride! Thank
And I will shake your hand when you drop by. Oh, bring me to your churches and met me look inside, Bring me to your weddings and let me kiss the bride
moved apace Now I need you home supporting All the plans I've put in place First of all this means your wedding You'll recall your future bride
keep away The rain she'd be alright Drops keep falling on my head Eyes will soon be turning red Drops keep falling on my head Eyes will soon be turning red Drops
he don't drop by to see wrestling anymore He just rides around with a loaded shotgun Hanging in his rifle rack If I was that smooth talkin' city boy I'd
, in bed, my dreams, your garden grave, I'd climb inside, hold your bones and slowly die, the cooling space inside your chest, my broken bride, you never
Sing-Sing or way down to Comstock These bitches call me bling king I shit when the bomb drop And sprinkle down into all the niggas flawless in D-Class
) Though I'd happily take the maid with me. COUNTESS (aside) The old fool's leaving! DON ATTILIO (aside) I suspect my young bride is untrue to me. I
, But some pirates found me a'sleepin' there and soon they had me tied 'Till a lady zombie cut me loose and begged to be my bride. So I said I'd come
do they call this heartless place Our Lady of Charity? Oh charity! These bloodless brides of Jesus If they had just once glimpsed their groom Then they'd know, and they'd drop
the window In the night when The moon was in the yard. He took her hand in his And shook the long hair From his neck and he told her She'd been working
're damned if you do And you're damned if you don't 'Cos your friends don't like his haircut But he wants your lovin tonight Oh seven brides might meet
I can't walk down this road to Cairo They're better thinkin' I'm dead I been travellin' Gone a long long time Don't know what I'd find Scared of what I'd
By eclipsing doom midigons hatched to bash these picket fences Now I'll attend the wedding of the open sword festering Now when the groom presents the ring The bride
a chain link fence But dear I'm a thank you card in the future tense I'm jumping out of cakes serving divorce papers I'd say I love you too but I'm all
look at the end of a meathook same old wretched mess I had the perfect words, you wore the perfect dress, yes And the first night we met, we both dropped