Letras:
Lords Of Acid Praise The Lords

dad's corvette Our style is tough, we couldn't look stranger Flushed with booze, it's insane Gatecrashing, that's your game Hot to trot, can't complain Praise the Lords

wrong But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin' that's lone gone My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin' With whatever drug you pedalin', from acid

entertainment and Trying to keep a singing man sane for the paying fans If I don't make it through the night, slight change of plans Harp strings, angel wings and praying hands Lord

sins of man Psalm 69 Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus Praise Jesus The invisible piss of the holy ghost Comes down like acid rain

And some catch the vibes and some catch the vapors Better Praise the Lord, keep the faith Praise the Lord, keep the faith Praise the Lord, keep the faith Praise the Lord

Repeat after me !!! Praise the lords Fuck the rest Worship the Lords It's you they love the best Praise the Lords Fuck the rest Worship the Lords You

me !!! Praise the lords Fuck the rest Worship the Lords It's you they love the best Praise the Lords Fuck the rest Worship the Lords You will

of desolation But their dank despair Moved his speech to leech the air "Behold the golden door Paradise is lost So praise me as you raised your Lord

within Feared - by all those who dwelled in this kingdom - all! Many of them peasants - poor! Servants to a tyrant - slaves! Born for his use Between the rich huge divide Lords