It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starvin' Or it could just be somebody's horror that just horrifies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his
in his hand (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) (Heartbeat props) I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox An honor roll student in the school of
which is usually originated from cats are starving Or it could just be somebody?s aura that just horrifies And applies to his persona or the sizes in his
gave Silver gleams upon his chest Though sweat gleams on his brow Darker days and sable nights Who work upon his soul His honor flew away from him
want to be around Trying to find my way home Lost out in action, long gone forever Just a boy that died in vain His mother is crying, his father not
Taking cover in the trenches With a gun in his hand Then gets home and no one flinches When he can't feed his fam But Brutus is an honorable man Spit
Call 'em as I smell 'em, the jooks that shook tell 'em 3-2-1 contact I'm blessed, definitively not wack I got it made, you fight to march in the St.
the head of China. He?s the head of the Revolution of China. No, I?m sorry. He marched 6000 people?on the Long March. I had my mind on something
Brian Boru was his name And through his deeds a nation grew He was born in a time of bondage The viking raiders claimed his lands His hatred grew when he saw his
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword His truth is marching on Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching
the uncut cleanest In the vein, twenty-four hours of intravenous To the left, we have right wing extremists On a screen a man exposes his breasts with
Now days he work for FEDS And plays his recorder You think he placing he taping his order Marking the bills j reed tasting the waterfucked up We duc taping his
And Cocoran was his name It was in the month of April When the boys, they sailed away And they made a sight so glorious As they marched along Broadway And they marched
is spilled His bones will all be broken dragged across the field This dear friend is how we'll say goodbye Until we meet in the sky Iii) funeral march
[Mong¡n:] A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy. His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks. His tartan
-gone kicks still in the box, fix still in the pill in his sock ,chilling, gill in the slop, and a million watch gideon scribes, but once the arc honor
Verse One: And the saints come marching in Serpentine regime ordered by response sort of fell this population Caboose humming no fence me in a van with
something dumb before you die. Tally-Ho! Tally-Ho! Our king and country's honor we will save. Tally-Ho! Tally-Ho! We're marching into history and the