Testi:
Hammer Help Lord Won T You Come

Help Lord, help Lord, help Lord, help Lord You hear me callin' Lord? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won't You come? Tiddle-dee-dum, tiddle-dee-dum Help Lord, won

to the pistol, (that's for sho') Then we could make it official Next time you see ya mom, won't be awake when she kiss you, (My baby) I'm just tryin to

you so crave Created in honor, in honor to live Invisible terror descends The deepest fear come true One false move and you know you'll fall The abyss of nightmares gapes below you

one so when I get done I want you to cut your fuckin ears off, Twitpic 'em! Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity you gon be around here bout long

your deepest fear That lights the dark that you so crave Created in honnor, in honnor to live Invisible, terror descends The deepest fear come true One false move and you know you