Grip Inc. Lyrics
Grip Inc. Lyrics
"Hostage To Heaven Lyrics"
Woke up This Morning (in album Razamanaz) Lyrics
Woke up this morning My dog was dead Someone disliked him And shot him through
Woke up this morning My dog was dead Someone disliked him And shot him through
treachery with a smile, etched
upon its face
a face of red, but a heart of
stone cold black
servants of two masters, the
congregation splits
serving sexuals rituals,
Where is my boy? Lyrics
Where is my boy? I saw you come out of a scene Maybe in some kind of dream Somet
true backWhere is my boy? I saw you come out of a scene Maybe in some kind of dream Somet
biters
pirates in pinstripe, admired by
the many in their hour of
weakness
all ways stand, with their backs
to the sun
religious fanatics, muttering
righ
Wine Spodeeodee Lyrics
Well down in New Orleans where everything's fine All them cats is sippin' that wine
teousness on sacred groundWell down in New Orleans where everything's fine All them cats is sippin' that wine
the armor of religion like foil
across a bed of nails
conscience, burning, lives held,
hostage to heaven
symbolic bullshit, hung around
shhhh c'mon, c'mon my best friend's a butcher, he has sixteen knives he
silver and gold, just trinkets of
deception
one mans faith, becomes
another mans evil
don't deny the power of inner
strength, right