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White Snake Children Of The Night

inside Don't let anybody stand in your way Just let the music take you higher Now are you ready to rock Children of the Night Are you ready to roll Children of the Night

care less what's under KD Lang's skirt I wish I had a nickname like Crusher, Snake or Kenneth Cause guys with nicknames always get the gals When I grow up I'll name my children

waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing. Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born with a snake in

Poets racking absinthed brains Could never fully paint these nights No martyr parting from his pain Could utter words so erudite As those she now divulged

The Seven Seals] On through the dead of night See the four horsemen ride I saw the lamb open wide The seven seals are broken The white horse is given

is We don't give a fuck bout what series your benz is All we gives a shit about is up all night trappin white Cop that yay weigh it right till lay lay

the self that I dig I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig Thin and so white, thin and so white Daddy tells the daughter while mommy's sleeping at night

is We don't give a fuck bout what series your benz is All we gives a shit about is up all night trappin white Cop that yay weigh it right till lay lay

the self that I dig But I'm only as sick as the stick in the pig Thin and so white, thin and so wide Daddy tells the daughter, "Mommy sleepin' at night