Looking to the right, a turn goes by but not for too long Our destination By your misfortune We are pulling past Pulling out (?) But not for too long
: This is how we fuck up.... intimacy. An illusion to a lapse. A hiding space within fatigue Where bitter-blue-lips sink ships And smug against such
'm getting good at cheating at Utah, remember Utah in the rain And those little red shoes and some kid with the blues Who gets right on your tits, you just grin and bear
go And the dust that we were made of Shall embrace our very soul All the times that we don't know Make it harder to believe in god And heaven above So
young kid's live Can't do it I been through it the young kid survived Got the ghetto on my shoulder homey, it's gon' be a long ride Bear with me, I'ma
for glory Hear them calling your name Hold your ground, show no mercy For freedom in anger, now maim Another angel is dying - Falling His entry to heaven
s harmonic Now I'm going to live forever, I'm bionic Put death in a check hold, and slammed it like onyx So we can slam dance in heaven, it's iron After
If I die, I wonder if heaven got a ghetto Chorus (to :27 from fade) Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate (Soldier in the house) I wonder if heaven
on to the stress Two gunshots to my homies head Died in his rest Shot him to death and Left him bleeding for his family to see I pass his casket Gently asking Is there heaven
the Crack of Dawn So yo, I beg yo pardon sir The gangster of love rides again Chorus Fever may be Hell and a cross to bear As long as I'm in heaven
But once it was as deep As wildest giants dreams It's no longer there And all of our desires They mirror skies with flames And smoke out heaven's halls
be here when the ride stops These comforts to me And these crosses to bear With which we live Just around the corner Half a mile to heaven Strong
lived there A giant pipe organ up in the air You can't live in a home which should not have been built By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt When
of eyes Black and grey like panzers Loose your shell Shoot the mouth The gates of hell Have often dropped their jaws about Satan?s agents were perversion to bear
wait on a bear skin rug Where the cookies and milk could be seen Chorus: Minnie And Santa Minnie And Santa What they're up to only Heaven knows she wrote
I am again Talking to myself A Tv blares Oh man Oh how I wish I didn't smoke Or drink to reason with my head But sometimes this thick confusion Grows until I cannot bear
