Letras:
The Living End Black Cat

s a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike And there's a black

s a black waiting for the moment to strike Crossing your path at the dead of midnight A black cat waiting for the moment to strike And there's a black

: Frank with (chorus) I reached the age of forty somewhat sooner than expected, Living at a fairly hectic pace. When I count the years that I have happily

but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live to get revenge, and we ride to the end Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise Took alive with live

lizard's eye. Dust of a star fallen from the sky. Tears of a virgin, *** of a god. Thirteen drops of an infant's blood A twist of a cat's spit and oil

: [Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All

black cat bone and a magic hand, yes I do Anf if you don't watch out I'm going to put a spell on you [Chorus:] Cause I'm a Dead, Dead End Kid I got

black magic, I'm at it again Rose Bowl with black karats, 'Horse & Carriage' to spend Like Mason Betha, chasin' this cheddar, to the end Of the road because the end

So scared that love lived on the edge / Scared of love lived on the ledge / Like love lived on the ledge / As if my