Cry above a nameless grave But all that's there is motionless Angels sob with vermin's fangs A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and
(konishi) Translators: andrei dos santos cunha Tokidoki Mayonaka ni denwa shite Anata wo muri ni sasoidasu Korekara doko ka ni yukimasho Asa made futari
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun It is night,
Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E Hey! there, Hi! there, Ho! there You're as welcome as can be M-I-C-K-E-Y
When they march When they march over fields of green When they march When they march over fields of green When they march When they march over fields
There's so much to be happy about In this life what a wonderful chance We have to work hard, play hard And maybe even find yourself a girl And make some
you always wanted a real nice lawn now your whole back yard is gone too bad you tried to think you are the cats meow you only cut your grass too bad
Grand Central station, wheels and it deals The crowds rush and scramble Round past the new stands and out across the floors And I did some singin', and
One dance whose steps I never could learn It's called 'The wedding march' The grace that it takes, the grace you deserve Require a lighter touch I know
Listen to the world out on the outside pressing in Are you ready on my mark fingers given names And with the last word they ascend On the comfort of their
[Music + lyrics: Kai Hansen] [Solo: Kai] Hours of lust, hours of tears passing by before my eyes today, tomorrow, yesterday. . .one life days of joy
Instru
Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry, Donald comes down the hill wild and angry; Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly, Here's to the king and
I've been so tired One child, I wait for room to spare I can't wait, child, and ride It's all an empire long beheaded I am grateful roaming And so I
Drowning our soul, mans' power turns to a childs' game, we're all stupid, fucking cold, only womens love helps us through this gate. We hate to be in
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Clenched fist, hot blooded Make no mistake these eyes have seen what drives the blind I need a cutman to bleed these angry eyes Hallowed are those, they
Capture your souls with a vengeful fist I will hunt down and conquer Send your best to the grave For your crime I've suffered I lurk in the shadows Entombed