A haunting feeling comes throughout a darkened room The air turns thick at this ritual of doom Candles start to flicker as the image now appears Alla
Our father, who art in hell, Hollowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done On earth as it is in hell. We take this night our rightful due
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take all your money? Oh, such a pretty face Such a pretty mess, What were you thinking? You might as well be kissing a hand grenade. Such a pretty face Such a pretty mess
[Alisha Hill] [Hook] Messing with my cru [2x] We will kill you [2x] You don't have a fucking clue (clue) What we came to do [2x] You don't have a fucking
on l'habille et qu'il mange Mon bucher Sera sa cathedrale q Qu'il y chante a ma mort Jusqu'a mon dernier rale. Miserere pour Messire de Rais....
'll fly Lights like music I won't turn it down Gotta live it loud And loves a groove that keeps us spinning round In this beautiful messed up world In this beautiful messed
Mess Around, yes It's Mess around You do the Mess Around, everybody do the Mess Around Oh come on and mess baby, yeah you can mess, baby Oh now you can mess
Paranoia seeks its victims. This is bad news, for I've lost my head again. Even the faint at heart are babbling catch phrases. Oh god, someone deafen
I rather you slit me cross the throat so I can die Instead of leaving no explanation as to why You don't want me no more [Repeat] [Verse 2] I'm a mess
I'm leaving every piece of my conscious behind Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh I'm such a hot mess, I'm such a hot mess I'm such a hot mess, with you
t you dance with me I'm not no Limburger Just a limburger Dance this mess around Dance this mess around, 'round, 'round Everybody goes to parties They dance this mess
swanger") "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") -- [Lucky Luciano] [Chorus: Shyykidd] Don't mess with
I've been too crazy I don't feel that good Just breaking things around the neighbourhood Some people say you're walking on really thin ice But I don'
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(musica: V. Nocenzi / testo: F. Di Giacomo) Gia l'acqua inghiotte il sole ti danza il seno mentre corri a valle con il tuo branco ai pozzi
(musica: V. Nocenzi / testo: F. Di Giacomo, V. Nocenzi) Gloria a Babele rida la Sfinge ancora per millenni si fabbrichi nel cielo fino a Sirio