Jim Jones lyrics
Jim Jones lyrics
"I'm In Love With A Thug lyrics"
Company In My Back lyrics
I attack with love, pure bug beauty I curl my lips and crawl up to you I attack with love, pure bug beauty I curl my lips and crawl up to you And your afternoon And I've bee
I attack with love, pure bug beauty I curl my lips and crawl up to you I attack with love, pure bug beauty I curl my lips and crawl up to you And your afternoon And I've bee
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.
Now let me draw the jungle line --
I won't cross you
To Die For lyrics
music - Andrew LaBarrelyrics - Ross SewageA liturgist in the realm of filth and goreAugean bard of ?sculapian devianceFables I've made, sick stories I've parlayedFor the rapt atten
rs if you don't cross mine.music - Andrew LaBarrelyrics - Ross SewageA liturgist in the realm of filth and goreAugean bard of ?sculapian devianceFables I've made, sick stories I've parlayedFor the rapt atten
Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss.
But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
Allow me to draw the jungle line --
you cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
They won't make trouble, they don't need no fuss
but they're wounded, old and they're treacherous.
In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground --
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeam
Real Life In The Big City lyrics
the sun comes up on santa rosa the garbage men are cleaning up the street there's a junkie sleeping in the shadows and all around me i can feel the weight up in the sky i see orion and he's telling me a lie t
s round.the sun comes up on santa rosa the garbage men are cleaning up the street there's a junkie sleeping in the shadows and all around me i can feel the weight up in the sky i see orion and he's telling me a lie t
Big cats prowling inside your head --
They left for China; better left for dead.
Let me draw the jungle line --
I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss.
But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.<
Head On Home lyrics
(Larry Burnett) When you're tired of runnin' to nowhere And you're weary of people who don't care Head on home Home awaits you To return to When the tears keep coming too often
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Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.(Larry Burnett) When you're tired of runnin' to nowhere And you're weary of people who don't care Head on home Home awaits you To return to When the tears keep coming too often
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no holds barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.
living mountains going to shake that town --
big mother calling you from underground.
She don't want trouble, she don't need no fuss.
But she's wounded, old and treacherous.