When this freedom stains my coat With the winter in my throat When I'm lost I dig the dirt When I fall I drive the hearse And silence is another
[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Turn the drums up, turn my vocals up too I hear myself a li'l more, yeah, yeah, yeah More, more, more More, more, more Moto, moto, moto, moto Moto, moto
Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood
Hunter of tears, relative pain Half of this world is dark with the stain The stain of unknowing the dead flower buds On smiling lips is innocent blood
Pray to someone I'm going out of my head Dislocate Stay safe in your unmade bed Lysergik funeral procession The world is watched Straight from your
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
She's got a price on my head, And that price is D.E.A.D. dead, Another story of a love gone bad, Now she wants me in a body bag. I gotta get out, Get
I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that it showed You were just a painted face On a trip down suicide road The stage was set, the lights went
(Traditional, arranged by Ry Cooder) Instrumental
Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state with my own two hands We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans And all this for the fans, girls
Alright partner Keep on rollin? baby You know what time it is Keep rollin?, rollin?, rollin?, rollin? (Chocolate starfish) (Yeah) Keep rollin?, rollin
Mammoth to man morbid to god it's coming to take them away Coming in sight viewing in fright say goodbye to today Collecting the living collecting the
Y'all niggaz really thought we wasn't goin' to do it again Come on man, grand Hustle nigga, you know what it is T.I.P, DJ the fuck Drama, Young Dro, Young
(Thunder) The spirit, of The Undertaker, Lives, within the soul of all mankind. The "Eternal flame": Life, that cannot be extinguished! The Origin, which
Dead man walkin You've done it now You've gone and made a big mistake and I can't allow, you to think you can just walk away so turn around, and face
[originally written by F.Chopin]
Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic www.user.us © 2002 This war machine cannot be seen by your or me Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns