just sit and cry By the telephone You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry By the telephone
You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry by the telephone I try and call your phone, But you
: You never call my name On the telephone You never call my name On the telephone I just sit and cry by the telephone I try and call your phone, But
Take back that photograph it breaks my heart And I will wait by the telephone While the silence pressures my eardrum I found a black and white with a
there For all them thug angels, you know? I'd like to give a prayer for all those that's strugglin', you know? Askin' the Lord to have the holy angels
richochet your racket out my bracket From the attic of the Boogiemonsters shack It's the revolutionary black hole sun on attack Bring it back [CHORUS x2] [Mondo] ???? is pro-black
lace, in and out of a sleep, behind a wheel, black ice, like to scream, you do if you can feel, the glass break, glass shattering, find your angel,
u tell me stop I'll lose myself inside u till u get all I got Talk 2 me baby, tell me how u wanna be done I want u to imagine u're making angels Angels
..::Jack Black (Narrator)::.. A long ass fuckin' time ago, In a town called Kickapoo, There lived a humble family Religious through and through. But
Singing loola lullabies Frank loved an angel With black Spanish eyes And a smile to remind him of heaven Frank's been missing since Delores telephoned
what ever happened to the teenage dream? surprise, surprise the boys are home my gaurdian angel run down my telephone the heats on, mister can't you
me to stop I'll lose myself inside you till you get all I got Talk to me baby, tell me how you wanna be done? I want you to imagine you're making angels, angels
A long ass freaking time ago In a town called Kickapoo There lived a humble family Religious through and through But yay, there was a black sheep And
chicks and dream of a paradise without wings or sorrow, Christ's tears fall over Jerusalem. The curtains are groggy with damp, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black
in and out, of a sleep behind the wheel, black eyes like to scream, you do if you can feel the glass breaks, glass shattering find your angel, lose