Overkill Lyrics
Overkill Lyrics
"Cold, Hard Fact Lyrics"
Drugs,God AndThe New Republic Lyrics
population psych-out someone feed ?m flies and death and sex to hide their dead world softly singing through memories of truth killing is our buisniess cash f
population psych-out someone feed ?m flies and death and sex to hide their dead world softly singing through memories of truth killing is our buisniess cash f
Here it come.
I said here it comes.
Here it come.
I'm push n' pulln', back and forth and gain no ground.
A knockin' down n' pound pound pound! Huh.
a kickin' screamin', wac duct taped to make no sound.
A sittin still to take the pow
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!
Bring it!
Synapse Lyrics
Tomorrow is here Damned by the speed of time Imagine when becomes where did it go Mindless people They shake hands and smile I should introduce my
Longer you live, you get what you give... what you're reaping...Tomorrow is here Damned by the speed of time Imagine when becomes where did it go Mindless people They shake hands and smile I should introduce my
First out alive, is the one to survive... you are creeping...
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes.
A kiss my ass n' born to loose. Huh.
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The Dying And The Dead Lyrics
Thiry thousand auto workers have gone to work to find That they've been downsized form the assembly to the unemployment line The employed seeking job security
Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on P.D.Thiry thousand auto workers have gone to work to find That they've been downsized form the assembly to the unemployment line The employed seeking job security
All tied up in misery... pow
Passing the buck as you run outta luck... you are weeping...
Crossing the line, as you run out of time... are you creeping...?
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it i
Taste Of India Lyrics
God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta love the sweet taste of India Blame it on the beat of the drum God I lo
ya back yeah!God I love the sweet taste of India Lingers on the tip of my tongue Gotta love the sweet taste of India Blame it on the beat of the drum God I lo
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!