yourself Over your shoulder you have to watch Heaven fall into hell Looks like your boat's about to sink So it's time to prepare Even the angels are
Frankly dear, your modesty reveals to me Self-appraisal often makes me sad And if I add, your funny face appeals to me Please don't think I've suddenly
Well, I can't get it off my mind Said just can't seem to leave it behind It haunts me 'til this very day And I don't think it's ever gonna go away 'Cause
discovered the angel rectums Then I realized, I can crucify The angel rectums with my own cock That was the moment my life became complete The first time I made the angel
I could never be I could never feel Free without your love You count on me Truly honesty You can trust love Lying close to you Makes me feel so blue
together with the funky soul In Mobile, Alabama, they gettin' that funky soul Raise up, get yourself together And drive that funky soul Los Angeles
parked in the car I know you watching over your son from up above in the stars an ole shocking Scott I know you where the angels stay cause with fluid
't wanna end up like my man Fred Durst 'Cause he did it all for the Nookie When she looked up I thought I must be dreamin' She had the eyes of an angel
[Sleater-Kinney] My sex change operation got botched My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got is a barbie doll crotch I've got an angry
There ain't a right way to do a wrong thing There ain't a bad tune the angels sing 'Coz I know what you are like There ain't a short cut to a long love
of the Whitehouse. Hear Hendrix make love to his ghost. Hear Abraham, Marin and John sing a song as they snip at your hair, as they butter their toast. Fred
ready for us, we mafai mafia mafia, ya 'Cause it's the 1990 triple 6 2000 Mixtures of sin and gin on sight, cut the wings off an angel On both sides
Simak. "I" The inherant illjudgement within us all, that sometimes causes our greatest mistakes. "Carcinoma Angel" An internal battle against Cancer. Based on "Carcinoma Angels
that rapping at my chamber door? Mr. Raven (Mister) All up in my grill like nevermore I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels from me Alone with
straight at me. Grim face, grim stare, death carnivore, quothe that raven "Nevermore." [REPEAT CHORUS] I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee, taken by angels
Who's that rapping at my chamber door? Mr., Mr. Raven All up in my grill like, "Nevermore" I miss Lenore, my Annabel Lee Taken by angels from me Alone
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coal miner's tune. In his daddy's tuxedo and Fred Astaire shoes, he's the best looking corpse in the room. Mr. Valentine's dead, and the angels are waiting