I can't cut it, so I blow smoke in her eyes, our legs hanging over the edge and baby I got cramp. soon I'll cut it, so hard and so clear, you reach far
glens The clan fires are burning in the highlands again We'll fight 'til the flag of freedom files overhead Till the evil-hearted tyranny is dead And the colour
enemies with secret identities, and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers, they wanna come back and cut
'Cause even though we were young, we had to stay strong No matter what we went through, it was me and my crew And that's how it went when we were kids
rest; in the fallen arches of the brilliant silence, coloured at dawn, and twilit by the twittering of birds; in the moon shining down on the shrew on my step; at the freshly cut
gasoline. She made the first cut clean. And now we're older. And so much better. I take it back. It's so familiar. Our limbs are coloured red and
can't fly free, its stem a link to life To cut it is to die You love but fear the knife So tell me What is the colour of your fear This death is yours
Ooooh you cannot reach me now Ooooh no matter how you try Goodbye cruel world it's over Walk on by Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall Waiting for
Judged to death Judged to death Fight the lies Don't be quiet We will Tell no lies No more lies Thrown into fire Your written word They call it crime
Dhu I must be going to bed for it?s getting late at night The fire?s all raked and out goes the light So now you?ve heard the story of my old rig-a-doo It
kush im hindu thug im drugs im drums im dugs im love (so?) catch the vibe ride with it kids do like fences with all shit they picket get it stick it to
: Ooooh you cannot reach me now Ooooh no matter how you try Goodbye cruel world it's over Walk on by Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall Waiting
seen the colour of fire, I feel the colour of fire there's a fire within me, there's a fire within me there's a fire within me, there's a fire within
