Testi:
Bride Hang On

when it began All I know is it?s through I?m not the one you thought you knew Hang On Momma stop the bullet from rushing to my head Hang On Momma

you could sex her But you're standin on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function, high class luncheon Food is served and you're stone cold munchin' Music comes on

Settle down my frazzled bride You might frighten the children awake With that tempest you hang on your face You raise your fist and it trembles there

in years It's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry He's not much on talking

it will really do. Uh oh, it looks to me like a HOS-PITAL Zone Everybody get quiet. Shhhhhhhh. Don't wake the dead up. We're almost out. Hang on. Uh Oh

a depth that will make abyss' look shallow Each page of my speech holds the rage of a beast On a stage I laid in a locked cage on a leash A literary stake

light of the city falls You fly to the city walls Take off with your bride. But at the chime of a city clock Put up your road block Hang on to your crown

harp on the table, that's a crayon in his hand. And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled far past the stems of thumbtacks that still throw shadows on

chokin me cuttin offmy air supply when I hang my head to cry when I hang my head to cry I see tears on daddys face someone humming amazin grace rain beats on