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Sons Of The Desert Change

different for cryin' out loud Yeah a change even for the worse, it would be better somehow Looking for a change, change, yeah a change Looking for a change, change

Eyes on high beam, 13 Cooking up coke, selling as dope fiends Now realise my anger as I craft my chamber With no parental vision made a fucking head-banger Who's in change

so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. * In Christian societies executions are

not to drain the godsent child, a gift from the skies of life divine. Now we know. A glimpse of hope grow inside, a change of tide. The offspring of

Medina sons, you known to take cakes Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes Cold Medina sons

only begotten sons. Each sodden grave and sodding death is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. For he so loved the

our only begotten sons. Each sodden grave and sodding death is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten sons. For he so loved the

sons, you known to take cakes Desert Queen project wizes, they bake cakes Shaolin gods, we known to stack cakes Uptown Pilan dogs, you make cakes Cold Medina sons