watching My odometer like buzzard to fallen elk, talking stealth We got babies, rubber stamps, and briefcase parts We on some door-to-door now Order ten
room for doubt accusations one to ten, You've got my number boy you've got my number boy, No wasting time now, you've got me dialed, I'm on hundred eleven
my long hair Detroit City You feel your heart beat You hit the concrete Dance the mean streets Detroit City Six mile seven mile eight mile nine mile ten mile eleven
bets and disappeared They mime their sighing violins I think I'll wait another year I want my chest pressed to your chest My nervous systems interfere Ten or eleven
loves you but he lies Oh no He says that you're the one one But that's eleven in his eyes Whatever happends from one through ten Don't be a victim of
Crowd) Crucify him! Crucify him! Crucify! Crucify! Crucify! Crucify (Repeat 4x) (Pilate counts off the 39 Lashes) One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven
me more. By the time was that I was ten my dad's life was going to end 'cause he was going on ninety. By the time I was eleven my daddy was up in
fingers Kneeled down and prayed Oh father are you in heaven What is in my defense I've committed sins, all seven Is there time to make amends Eight nine ten eleven
I don't have a hat with a brim and I look funny with a cane Eleven times out of ten I slim danicng in the rain Yes I do, yeah Even though my Sinatra
reaper Waiting for his harvest of life. Ten is for the galleons coming from the war Which our young men fought on a distant shore And walking with their flag we counted eleven
of stone [Verse 2: Apathy] Digging rings by the moonlight Walk through mud in new Nikes Gonna raise my son by the way of the gun; and have him shoot right Elevate
Whoa whoa no Whoa whoa no We was on a stairway to heaven Scale of one to ten, we eleven On our way to bliss from the very first kiss, We were oh whoa
my black cat and my Hummer my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven
black cat and my Hummer my friend Now I could change a car for everyday of the week And have TVs for that matchin broad in the passenger seat Eleven hundred
Boom Oh My Word You Make Me Go And Loose My Nerve Ohhh Girl You Knock Knock Knock Me Out You A Problem Baby [Patrick:] Shes An Eleven Outta Ten Loves
One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen
**skratches** Sono un'alchimista ..??.. questi assi in pista ah si, si asfissia con merda d'altista pompo un sisma sto qua mo tieniti che ten contiene