Mother come pick me up I feel I've lost all that I knew In this forest full of lies You're all that's ringing true Oh, by my world Black Pearl Forever
In this garden full of good Lies a garden full of evil Awaits strange, bizarre Unusual people Here is where Tripping and nobody cares Here is where The
Tired of this done with that Never satisfied with where I'm at I sit and think what to do Just a motherfuckin' bore without a clue Shot my drugs drank
Out of touch, you're out of time Left alone, yourself to find Bound and chained by your silence, things to be known If it awakens just where, where will
Lord, I question whether I've had my fill Lord, I question whether I can take much more You may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah No more afters
[Incomprehensible] You leave me hanging high Lost my sense to confide Blanks, confused and empty Yet overcome with a relieving sigh Silence, deafening
Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing
Have all you are and all you're to be Fade in your world and all that you see This hole in the wall, is under your thumb Dulling your senses 'til you
Yeah, yeah Alone in the garden And all that would be Alone in the garden Your thought would set you free Nowhere to draw water And if you could, it would
A little hating in the morning time A little hating, come around at noon Ain't no remorse, all I can think Ain't no regret, all I can do Jesus, hell
Two, three, four I drank all my fuckin' brew and I ain't got no more Feeling so damn tired Running on desperate fumes For the end is always near, now
I feel my wheels have come undone I've fallen off my tracks Lord, I need Your guiding hand If I'm to make it back, oh, make it back Back, back, back,
Lay to rest, bury the dead Tomorrow seems to turn so fast Alone in the boiler meltin' me down Ain't the first, won't be the last So many people all at
-Thrice the brinded cat has mewed! -Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined! -Harpy cries: " 'tis time! 'tis time!" Round about the cauldron go, in the
[Carlos Cavazo - Kevin DuBrow - Frankie Banali] Baby walks, baby talks Baby got them voodoo thoughts Baby pants, baby chants Baby does the back street
chispa para conquistar si sus monedas lo pueden comprar ellos se olvidan de lo artesanal. Se olvidan de lo artesanal ellos se van a olvidar de lo artesanal
Traduzione: Amazing Rhythm Aces. Big Ole Brew.
Thrice the brinded cat has mewed! Thrice and once the hedge-pig whined! Harpy cries: " 'tis time! 'tis time!" Round about the cauldron go, in the poisoned