Come and burn us with your skin of fire A permanent make-up, a lethal embrace You hide an ocean in your hand So let me pretend To find my home again With
Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get
t quite prepared For my center of dying, the heart of your pain All my words get lost and I can't speak Got my head stripped down, well I get weak And
imprinted on my face Mountains part separate ways Farewell pleasant town Hope you sleep well tonight Again we'll race back to you Fight to get lost
heart Left hand from a heart Right hand from a heart Left hand from a left shoulder To the heart. fillmore, fillmore ... Nobody can dance like studebacher
All of my life I think it's this I've been seeking We are not alone ADAM The rain will be here soon We'd best get back to the shelter of our glen CAIN
say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out Syndicate mob
Mountain BILLY the Mountain A regular picturesque Postcardy mountain Residing between lovely Rosamond and Gorman With his stunning wife ETHELL, A tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain
