Yeah, yeah Alone in the garden And all that would be Alone in the garden Your thought would set you free Nowhere to draw water And if you could, it would
The Dust Distorts The Sound Last one Left in This God forsaken Town Tarnished All Your Memories Your Smile's A Front At Best As You Stare Out The
译文: 黑牌协会. 玫瑰花园Petalled.
: The Dust Distorts The Sound Last one Left in This God forsaken Town Tarnished All Your Memories Your Smile's A Front At Best As You Stare Out The
Lyrics to The Reason by Black Rose Garden: Yes, everything in life is but of destiny It always seem to be Some things last for eternity Every once in
I'm not afraid of things I don't believe in anything Same thing goes every day The brink of superstitions and I seem to be so unreal Seem so far away
I didn't promise you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's gotta be some rain sometimes Watch out I didn't promise you a rose garden (Yeah) Along
? As for me, well I want you So pick the black rose, let its thorns cut you My love it is a black rose (my love it is a black rose) Held out to you by
goin' to pick that rose and watch her As she grows in my garden I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her As she grows in my garden (There is a rose
, prisoner to Gramsci Rose from the concrete Reverse the flows of the Ponzi schemes Crip-walk to a conscious beat, hip-hop is a compost heap Gangsters to gardeners
it don't stop Keep the door locked, don't knock while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait 'til the show stop Or how 'bout on the beach with black
BLOOM WITHIN CHORUS; Repeat VERSE; Look beyond sight Oh many,many people On the street Look past your eyes Notice real people Where rose gardens
's how it is and that's how it's gonna be Kids when you grow up who the fuck you wanna be? Like me ya black superhero Got enough zeros to hire Bob Shapiro
lot of nerve to find your old mana??s word mud on your boots you got lust in your veins the shriek of sirens singing out of tune a dozen black roses
rose and watch her as she grows In my garden There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose up in Spanish Harlem There is a rose in Spanish Harlem A red rose
My lover comes to me with a rose on her bosom The moon's dancin' purple all through her black hair And a ladies-in-waiting, she stands 'neath my window
you raise your head, can you smell the roses burning? In the garden we suffer When you close your eyes, can you hear the angels shrieking? In the garden
