land of the living Rise frenzied lust for flesh. Your blood seeps through my chest You are the living dead. Storming god's planet earth Shambling gait
Превод: Разсъмване. Нощта на живите мъртви.
materials And though nothing would really be living It would shock your fall into landing light In the north sky time flies fast to the morning The cold of the dawn
tried to strangle Larry, Joey almost hit the roof. He went out that night to seek revenge, thinkin' he was bulletproof. The war broke out at the break of dawn
corner, up an alley to a dead end There under a small blue light She enters an unmarked doorway (A low heartbeat, a low pounding escapes into the night
out Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin' K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' Rockin' on 'till the break of dawn We gettin' cold money; this
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
to dust, where the good die young it's all thy must 'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh! The teardrops
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
snakes runnin' from red, catch dead Big born is on take the uniform, we perform Shit like gangs are now born check for new dawn Fuck a U Conn, you been
my sun and my nights are now my days Nocturnal creature by habit, Bruce Wayne know what I mean I mean I'm in between sunset and sunrise That's a dawn
live on is alive You try to wipe its mouth, it's gonna wipe us out I lay in a field alone in the middle of the night Try to get my life right, pray for
[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
in a cup I made you think twice to this so kick back and drink your whites Most talks are negative and some are dead while they live [Chorus] Strivin
their secret tales that would make your blood run cold. The northern lights have seen queer sights but the queerest they ever did see, was that night
weapon, blowin' live through my tenant While I'm breezin' through the jects, blowin' live on the tenants I'm pourin' liquor for the dead an' gone An
back when times were lean We had Sonny Boy, Freddy King and Hendrix And they'd be sitting in till the break of dawn Sweating at the all night Flamingo
