Letras:
High On Fire Brother In The Wind

time has fruit of the vine Come with me now and just lie to me tonight we'll pretend we're alive Our brother's wind flows on and on... Bones and flesh

t do it so much anymore 'Cause we're all on to her Bring on the Tequila, oh I'm fire on Tequila, oh Hostess most on Tequila, oh Bestest friends on Tequila

land where gold of star will glow in silvery water and on black wings high the ravens soar above the glade where as child I was baptised in fire and

brother The hand of a friend And I just can't Put them back together again Pick up the bones And set them on fire Follow the smoke going higher and higher

thirst, too far to call them right for him Rise... fly high and steal his soul... angels of stone... GARGOYLES, FLY GARGOYLES, RISE GARGOYLES, FLY HIGH

, slide like step on his Klondike, get your dart right We movin on it like, wind breaker niggaz get they face broke Jury get snatched, magazine right on

waitress call and bring a bottle for every nigga that's here with me That's the kinda G-Shit I'm on G-Shit I'm on, G-Shit I'm on Got niggas rolling weed

too much Biggie Smalls Come on M to the A to the S to the K Put the mask up on the face just to make the next day Brothers be beefin', cops be thievin' Brothers

No question Brothers got to get a fix on what they're doin What we're talkin about here is.. You just keep playin with fire You keep playin with fire