for the evil-hearted Ride if you like, ride if you like Swinging the dead, swinging the dead Deathride Go Pick it up, fuck it up, this swinging sound
: We are chemical lovers. We born all starts to night. We are chemical lovers. We born all starts to night, we born all starts to night, we born all
: Just a gang of four Got each other's back Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack Tearin' up the world Put ourselves through hell Just to have a story
Just a gang of four, got each other's back Out for blood like wild dogs in a pack Tearin' up the world, put ourselves through hell Just to have a story
The sun is setting on the century and we are armed to the teeth We're all working together now to make our lives mercifully brief And school kids keep
Why don't you swing down sweet chariot Stop and let me ride Swing down chariot Stop and let me ride Rock me Lord, rock me Lord Calm and easy Well, I've
Like a circle in a spiral or A wheel within a wheel never ending or Beginning on an ever spinning reel Like a snowball on ountain or a carnival balloon
Too bad it had to end this way You could have told me yourself Thought what we had meant more to you Seems like you're sharing it with somebody else
scratchin' Swingin' with the chickens in the hay I'm swinging with the chickens Swinging with the chickens in the hay I'm swinging with the chickens
can wear a uniform (When you're a boy) Other boys check you out (You get a girl) These are your favorite things (When you're a boy) Boys Boys Boys keep swinging
ride if you like swinging the dead 2x DEATHRIDE swinging the dead 2x DEATHRIDE swinging the dead 2X DEATHRIDE swinging the dead 2x DEATHRIDE swinging
He was spoken to just to be put down. He was 22 when helped off the ground. Beaten black and blue when his color was brown and shining shoes in a dirty
You reached for heaven at seventeen And caught the clap from some teenage queen Took some tablets, hit it again and that's all right Sometimes you took
now you can't help feelin' your the mother of the mad while market street's reelin in memory of the dead and capp street's greeting the tourists with
Mr. product man strolling by with a kind of head-held-high hypocrisy the envy of so many walks of life but not a type like me periodically searching through
"A penny for your thoughts," he says as he swiftly slips from bed to bed and the thoughtful ones are charmed by him and the sexy ones turned on by him
We saw gold when there was only dust in the worst we saw in us what no one else could we traveled far and tramped the dirt down deep to where our souls
Yes love, love, love, love, love is a swingin' thing It's a swingin' thing Makes you laugh, makes you cry Makes you live, makes you die 'Cause love