the bubble, I'll teach you to cuddle, With demons inside me, what demon is not me, These demons inside me they got me, they stop me from sleepin, And
me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. Suffer little children to come unto me. * In your refusal to act
blaring me, You scream, but I can't hear what your saying. There comes a time to defeat your friends. 'cause you make it so easy for me, easy for me.
Joan Baez Oh Mom, can't you tell me where your head's at? I'm sick to death of hearing about Where you saw the Grateful Deads at Oh Mom, don't you know
demons in hell And the angels in heaven At my side Set me free, I'll grant your hearts desire And I will share the secrets of the grand design Give me daughters, send me
You told me he was the burglar? - You mean he was dead when you got home? [Amos Hart] I'm covering for her. She was telling me cock and bull story story
all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead The walls get wavy and melt like gravy I ask myself, is there something here to save me
from the crusades Have birthed a church, more masquerade In which they worship mass dementia They came from dust and flame By the Red Sea on dead shores
to who disturbs me I make your life complicated Emcees get ground and grated While they waited In the lobby It's my hobby It'll prob'ly be me Who sees
You are fucking dead to me You are dead to me This de los muerte, this day of the dead It turns for me celebration instead Skull and bones, walking away from
Sandy has seen a tornado more times than she's seen the grateful dead... She lives in oklahoma, Where the storms come prairie fed, And the numbers keep
: I can't afford to study with anyone yet, since the bulk of my allowance goes for glue and grateful dead tickets, but soon I hope to be on my knees in
from a group Ah! But just not any guy from any group Yeah... We're lookin' for a guy from a group with a dik Well, I can show you! But he's gotta have
lyrically at Can't none of ya'll mirror me back Ya'll hearing me rap is like hearing G.Rap in his prime I'm Young H.O.,Raps grateful dead Back to take
shoots three dead! NEWSBOY #3 Extra! Terror stalks New Rochelle! Murderer's demands revealed! COALHOUSE One--that my car be returned to me in its original
Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead Streets pronounce me dead
That you ain't dead or sittin' in prison My nigga Ladies, come take this ride wit me Niggas, come take a stride wit me Ladies, come take this ride wit me
when you're dead And grateful, you didn't live life hateful Change for the better like the weather in April Food for the soul, go ahead and grab a plateful A heart