To seek our fortune In all that gleams We fill the world with walking dead machines Waiting in line Waiting in line Wasting away my time Waiting in line Waiting in line
trying to get the ...souls move in the ? slow saint quentin bars with the pelican bay flow, toughed in a ? years chuck's in a ? representing for niggers, ? sales took a deep line
can (I think I can) Matter fact, I know you can It's a round-trip ticket To Ding-a-Ling Land Engine engine 69, headed down the party line And if that
that I call 'em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over Know what I'm sayin'? it's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your
girl, with pearls around her collar Sticky start to checking her, my soul she couldn't holler We rollin' for Dollars make me set 3 pounds 7 And her man said, "One move ya dead
leave our fear Lady of rain Will we regain or decline Lady of rain Where is the sweet Summer wine It falls from the vine Where we're going to Everything's waiting
are judged, and twist in this storm like birds over sails. III I have caught the dead again: I click my eyes And there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead
trippin' off control and money Sonny: It's close to the time all my soldiers are in line It's my motherfuckin' time to shine All my soldiers are outside waiting
butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait, what did you say? Is it the moth or the butterfly? [Billy Flynn] - You have sin in your soul. [Roxie
If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly But nothin' silly about the triflin' times
we're still gliding deep into the red, the radio is dead every valve blown open. The radar screen flicks monochrome, air traffic controller wants to get on home, waiting
smiles And hea??s so cold Read his pupils You would swear he has no soul All his friends Are the dead presidents And hea??s dead like them Cuz his spirit
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles Thousands of them line the pavement Like patient pupae waiting to become worms Another dark night, teething
, with pearls around her collar Sticky start to checking her, my soul she couldn't holler WE ROLLIN' FOR DOLLARS! Make me set 3 pounds 7 And her man said: "ONE MOVE YA DEAD
"If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions" This is the stylin' for a little that sounds silly But nothin' silly about triflin' times
I call em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over! Know what I'm sayin? It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career
call em, back from the essence Who the fuck want more lessons? It's over! Know what I'm sayin? It's over The dead bury the dead, it's over Your career
