: "We'd like to bring someone up on stage now with us. A Mr. David Woodford. Gonna blow some sax, yeah" Some like 'em short Some like 'em tall Some
: Caught in a world that's plagued by something they call love A paradigm of illness is the beast I have become. The sights that I have seen could nearly
: Mother said, don't leave me There are monsters at the door I put on all my armour But I couldn't find my sword But there'll always be tomorrow Just
: 13 de diciembre del ano '80 a las 3:24, nacio un nino blanco con ojos azules cabello castano, la madre con mucho orgullo despues de tanto tiempo, al
: Estoy solo aqui en mi selda triste y recordando, pagando una condena porque yo a un hombre he matado Pensando siempre en mi madre que toda su vida
: ?Si ustedes no me entienden! ?Tu mai es la gorda! ?Si te pasas de listo! ?Tu mai es la gorda! ?Si jodes con mi sopa! ?Tu mai es la gorda! ?Tu mai es
: I pray you'll be my eyes And watch her where she goes And help her to be wise Help me to let go Every mother's prayer Every child knows Lead her to
: (Robert Lamm) Driving down the concrete beams Looking around and it now seems Mama Earth is nowhere Gone from your eyes Hidden in the crust Of man
: [clock chiming] Mother, you had me but I never had you, I wanted you but you didn't want me, So I got to tell you, Goodbye, goodbye. Farther, you
: Here, sleep at the bottom of hell Your time has come to pick the road You walk in this tale Turn, as a coward you've earned Through sickness and health
: Did you ever really think that you exposed the truth that pains the page? and in their asking you to see their lie the mode of for in the morning
: Hear me at the bottom of heaven Your kind have come to pick the road You walk and extend Turn me, as a coward you've learned In sickness, in health
: Mother of abominations Our Lady Overkill Smothering the congregation Grips the cosmic wheel A lover of acceleration No mercy or brakes applied I see
: Feel her tight between my thighs from across the football field its victory that i smell inside and the smell contains no guilt h e r p e s i can smell
: (feat. Allen Toussaint) You may high five me all the time You may never go my way Mother Earth is layin' for you 'Cause there's a debt you've got
: Over land and over sea She reaches out to me Weaving and threading the loom From womb to womb Slaves and merchants Pilgrims and thieves Felt her hand
: Mother Tell your children not to walk my way Tell your children not to hear my words What they mean What they say Mother Mother Can you keep them
: [Lyrics: Glenn Danzig]