I am too tired of running Would you still take me though I keep falling To hear you say, I have been waiting And to know your love it is never ending
I am too tired of running Would you still take me though I keep falling To hear you say I have been waiting And to know your love it is never ending
Is Pointed To Your Head I Swear To God I'll Shoot It (Whoa, Oh, Oh, Oh) And This Grave For The Dead I'll Lay With You, I Lay With You WE MARCH TO DEATH
Translation: Run. Modern March.
Translation: Run Kid Run. The Modern March.
Hands Is Pointed To Your Head I Swear To God I'll Shoot It (Whoa, Oh, Oh, Oh) And This Grave For The Dead I'll Lay With You, I Lay With You WE MARCH
She used to get her kicks from a fall to the floor But now she's always wasted, a total looker but she's jaded The kind of shivering wreck that I adore
killing kids and then the kids join the army Rising and a waking, yes sir here comes the sun March into the war and with the kick of the drum The wiser
affliction that's the Curse of the modern man If you believe then you can't be wrong Reject all the opposing opinions - and carry on The affliction that's the curse of the modern
I'm spending all of my money She's gone, gone, gone And I can swing with my honey She's gone I'm so glad my woman's gone Now time goes marching
the only thing that people respect. We forgive everybody but our self. These cops gonna have to fear something. Something gonna have to happen. If yall gonna march, march
they go, aah Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo Whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo, whoo, hoo (Well, all right) Everyone's a loser in the modern
know, are they necessary? Shirts Where it is, where it is, yes, where is shirts? I don?t know, you don?t know Um, oh dear, there?s a gentleman marching
at the market and hello hello well I'll be The girls in New York City they all march for women's lib And Better Homes and Gardens shows the modern way
on, there's the door bell. He-Hello? I swear! The girls in New York City, they all march for women's lib. And Better Homes and Garden shows, the modern
roll, oh, oh I keep my Desert Eagle cocked back in my tuxedo with my top hat What you broke motherfuckers know about that? Lookin' fat in Marc and Pelle