this fear there may come light Stretch me out over this divide Make a wish on a silver sun When it comes, it comes Make a wish on a silver sun A day
all summer The ecstasy is still in my spine Coat Check I couldn't remember Walked into the winter, came out on the other side In the South the sun is
I burst just like a supernova I could walk like Brando right into the sun Then dance just like a Casanova With my blackjack and jacket and hair slicked sweet Silver
the Earth recedes Several hours out - 20 minutes south of Bermuda The communication's gone - something has to be so wrong And it must be Jesus calling The silver
back From a knuckle duster made of gold If you do the job, loyal to the mob, You'll be sorted and rewarded, South of France in the sun Well if you pay
of nothing Burn 3 blood candles and breath the dense fumes of Gorgio Enter the sacred circle and hail the altar of the dying sun 8 silver tinklings to
the prisoners Inside the free Set them free Set them free A prize fighter in a corner is told Hit where it hurts Silver and gold Silver and gold Yep, silver
the free Set them free Set them free A prize fighter in a corner is told Hit where it hurts Silver and gold Silver and gold [spoken part follows:] Yep, silver
summer The ecstasy's still in my spine Coat check, I couldn't remember Walked into the winter Came out on the other side And in the south, the sun is
, club heads voguing Journalists looking at the billboard slogan Number one rap records of the year "treat 'em" From jack the rapper to the south
before her, do you know what I mean? I think I fell from the sky when she told me she needs me We were so happy like a couple on the silver screen Please
't pass me up I used to ask for a sip of your syrup I used to never walk around with the white cup Now I eat eighteen steaks, on silver plates Girls fanin
nobody knows and the sun goes down and the streetlights glow. We rolled through the city in a bucket of rust with the punk rock south day girls screaming
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man Born of an actor in Maryland Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage Bound to die at a tender age Washington to Baltimore
t wanna be here tomorrow I know that we all want some change What are we waiting for? Let?s just get away! Before it gets too late and the sun goes down
and the earth recedes Several hours out, 20 minutes south of Bermuda The communication's gone, something has to be so wrong And it must be Jesus calling The silver
