had Your silly words will fade away... you`ve got no future You cannot feel the pain inside... you little monster [Chorus] Come on down into my temple
: This is where it all ends And the kinda dream that you've never seen Well, yeah Hot damn, ooh, mercy ma'am What the hell you doing to me? Ah, strutting
: Always said you were a Youthquaker, Edie A stormy little world shaker Warhol's darling queen, Edie An angel with a broken wing The dogs lay at your
: Ooh yeah... Yeah, yeah, yeah Well, well, well, well Stick it in your ear Cause it ain't exactly clear What you people hear I tell you that's right
: All the hip young things Trying to make a scene Living out forbidden dreams Star spangled banner Flutters in the sky Time hustles those Who wait to
: Yeah, come on now Soldier blue, bloodstained red Hey people, he's gonna bust your head A real bad dream, yeah, you know it's true Kiss his boots or
: Fire woman, yeah Shake, shake, shake, shake it, yeah Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right, little honey Oh, since I set my eyes on you
: Wake up time for freedom, baby Wake up time to fly Wake up time for freedom, baby Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, yeah Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha, well Ah-ha, ah-ha-ha Ah-ha
, no (train) Riding on a medicine train (train) I ain't never, never coming down All fired up, a desolation angel Shooting from a hip in the sonic temple
: Who would break a butterfly on a wheel? Not me, my precious child Sweet angel, wrap me in your velvet cloak, my dear Love's a sweet warm goddess I
: Yeah Ooh now baby, baby, baby, baby, baby Hey there people, have you heard the news? Ooh oh yeah The world's on fire, I'm telling you, yeah, I'm telling
: I saw a rainbow stretched across the ocean Crashed the Big Apple So I took a bite Found a taste I like But she bit me back I jumped across the ocean
: (unknown) Beyond the temple there lies a tomb with a king from long ago A traveler from a distant planet Ten thousand years or so The legend tells
temple of the damned [Chorus:] Homage of unknown, origin of Mr. Jones Of the final praise to the populated grave In the temple of saved Death awaits
In the temple of the damned Homage of unknown, origin of Mr. Jones Of the final praise to the populated grave In the temple of the saved Death awaits
the temple of the damned [Chorus:] Homage of unknown, origin of Mr. Jones Of the final praise to the populated grave In the temple of saved Death awaits
: (Instrumental)
from the temple Hip-hop ya don't stop One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!! (Wyclef Jean) Delivered straight from the (TEMPLE), I had
