all I could give you a call I could give you something fine to compare yourself to My eyes begin to ache in the cold electric light There are no windows in this room
Tradução: La Iglesia. En esta habitación.
I never got that phone call tellin me that you out wish you never signed the release form I wouldn't have to clear this sample or use this track to say
to survive this gangster shit Meant for you not to be livin, food for the pigeons It's rules I'm givin, new lessons for the street This jungle I'm from
baked from that shake Yeah you can't f--- with this you're Walter Middy don't take it as a dis but the fantasy has got to end this minute I had a f---
: There's snow on the mountain And fog in the street Flickering candles in the room Hear the church bell ring See the children playing I feel their
: There's snow on the mountain And fog in the street Flickering candles in the room Hear the church bell ring See the children playing I feel their pure
I'm not sure I can tell you The difference in Iraq and Iran But I know Jesus and I talk to God And I remember this from when I was young Faith hope and
than this no it doesn?t get better than this But it did, it did, oh it did Just when I start thinking its as good as it can get This crazy life does
outside my motel room But he ain?t singin? Girl in white outside a church in June But the church bells they ain?t ringin? I?m sittin? here in this
then there was this boy whose Parents made him come directly home right after school And when they went to their church They shook and lurched all over the church
the search For the lost holy grail, the Benedict arts And the best of the Catholic Church But if one thing One precious little thing Would darken this
and a sickly kind of orange Iave never seen her like this before... " I had the best laid plans this side of america Started out in church and finished
a sickly kind of orange I?ve never seen her like this before I had the best laid plans this side of America Started out in church and finished with
