Knowing ourself Who we think that we are Constantly changing Constantly changing So near and so far Knowing ourself Who we think that we are Constantly
sing I know what you're thinkin' but This ain't no one night stand I'm savin' all the good love For only one man [Chorus:] Pop, pop my clutch [4x] Don
Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to its wounds? And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb? We eagerly
After defying the grip of the hangman?s noose And recovering my cognizance, Spun the compass North by Northwest And took liberty out for a long slow
This was always the last place I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen Have a Coke and
(Outtake from "The Elephant Riders" Demos) I don't know, but I've been told I'm about twenty-four Earth years old. and come my next birthday it'll
Everything gonna be all-right I went deep down into that river now. I rose up. I felt that sun beat down upon this sinner's face. I went deep in
If you thought it was boring in Jordan Then come out here for a day And by the way, the name is Marcus But if you like, you can call me Sensei Well
No horizon is obscured by the clouds. Settlements make nary a sound. And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea. While the bells
Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it. Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered. You would cry, you
Captain America, where are you now? Minuteman, please show me how To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away The evils of my forefathers pale
Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire! Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir. Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene While
Temptation of Indulgence Divides and conquers my mind An elegy for fading youth Welcome to mankind If you provide the spleen Then I'll provide
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself, But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil. A basket of eggs may you count your days. Though your gut
Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street. Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street. The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head. The assassin
The fog is rolling in, The tide is high. Diane's as fat can be, Aye, Captain, aye. The guests seem more than pleased, How is the wine? We shall
Yeah Can't funk with the feel Or with the other three This mother load Comin' atcha, all 3D's We got big news The party boat is here The band
Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring. But inside they're not answering. Peering through the window, to his surprise, The door flies open, "Come
