Momma yellin' and screamin' top of her lungs In the middle of the street, god why did you take my son? (WAHHHHH) Crime scenes and things the choir sings
but still resisted These thoughts valid for our time This flame shines Its aim to inspire before we expire Hear psalms happily sung by the angel's choir
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious
waste my time. It might be faster and you might say it's unoriginal But I'll keep doing this until the day I die The harmonizing melodies of a church choir
and Gafilta Fish Ain't too many dudes that are built for this We grind for souls Forget what the liar told You give throwback jersey for choir robes
replied "Of coursely" Spilt two on the mask whispered "Eww get it off me" His money chunk he couldn't spare a thin dime Once was in a rhyme crew - monkies into crime
exist. And the sad thing is, this particular element... is me brudda! Brother, brother oh brother of mine We used to be down as partners in crime From
a moon on the mountain A wind through the trees And I still couldn't tell you how that ghost girl sees She seems to be committing an optical crime She
ve got a tendency for dependency Now I think I?ll start a choir It?s gonna get loud tonight I think I?ll start a choir So you can come sing it with me
conseil ont su me fair' comprendre Qu'a l'homme de la ru' j'avais des compt's a rendre Et que, sous peine de choir dans un oubli complet, J' devais mettre
over and into the blue We say we are but we're never through. I've got a big bad thing for you forever. Call it impossible, call it a crime, Not kissing
run him Damn sure don't wanna get caught Crime what crime We was all hopped up on new wine And mama's gonna kill me if I get Kicked out of the choir But
are gone? Though through with you We'll carry on We came and we conquered all that we saw Now here's a parting shot right across your jaw Priests are raping choir
Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime
three gun, four You're, mine, it's all about crime Onyx! [echoes] [Verse One: Suave] It's time to get live, live, live like a wire I set a whole choir
like an angel who has fallen from on high Filled with rage and violence, he will not be denied A twisted world of killing and crime The handiwork
tight until your ankles hurt? Everybody in the spirit, me myself I'm bored But mama spanked me in my head and I was "Praise the Lord!" When the choir
open and see what makes them tick And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick [Verse 3] My sinphony, conjures up images of misery Picture thee crime
