Feed the night With alibis that simplify our lives And justify our deep ends We speak in tongues Keep our conversations off the table Off the streets
译文: 无极环. 饲料夜.
pressed clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who the Prom King
vulture a wicked vulture! You cut the fingers off if there?s a ring still on 'em even if they come in cursed, you still want 'em You promised big
I prescribe the remedy plus the premises my pin cushion, my limbs pushin' the knitting needle evils, idle, peddle past the greeting where the sleepers feed
The felons, young mothers with kids they trying to feed right The botega wearers modern day Che Guevaras Cuz I barely survived crazy eras Honest, always make good on my promise
[TEVYE] Tradition, tradition! Tradition! Tradition, tradition! Tradition! [TEVYE & PAPAS] Who, day and night, must scramble for a living, Feed a wife
night. Lust Comes creepin' through the night to feed on hearts Of suburban wives who learned to pretend When they met their dream's end In the night
of Caylen-Tor (On the Night of the Bloodying of Swords):] O' grim gods of battle, empower us this night... Anoint us with the crimson rain, feed our
A wicked vulture You cut the fingers off If there's a ring still on em Even if they come in cursed You still want em You promised big things Is headed
clean Detroit's Angel, I even got red wings I'm headed to the ball, me and three prom queens My life's prom night and guess who's the Prom King They
wait But I hate lackin' ass dead time like a line with no bait And I be sittin' at the dock of the Bay fiendin' for mics Dreamin' of nights where wishes
