Do you find yourself in darkness? Do you find yourself in light? That's a question I want answered Could you answer me tonight? Could you give me some
Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony Eyes in the darkness, echoing their madness The sights
Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned
Melting thoughts of disintegration Hitting deep her insistance to mutilate her newborn infants After giving birth her mind wasn't the same Slowly slipping
Well, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you One kind favor I'll ask of you Oh, there's one kind favor I'll ask of you See that my grave is kept clean
NO puede ser feliz con la muerte aqui sin saber que hacer Yo naci aqui sometido aqui enterrado aqui en la tumba NO puede ser feliz con la muerte aqui
Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba yo Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba wa Tumba e tumba ea, tumba e tumba eo Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba yo Tumba, tumba, tumba, tumba
One time I drove to see a girl across the country One night as I was driving through to Mexico I had the windows wide open, it was cold and I was crying
Will I step out from this dark world And awake to life And hardly fight until the Valkyrs came And I've seen bleeding warriors falling down And I wish
A motherf**ker recognize a thug mashin' hard Straight out the plot of my cemetery yard Buried so long, nobody gave a shit Blood and tears, embedded in
"Oh, hold your tongue, dear Sally, as i gang tae the town And I'll buy for you a jaunting car and a braw white muslin gown I'll buy for you a jaunting
Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you Well there's one kind of favor I'll ask you There's just one kind of favor I'll ask you You can see that my
Through secrets of the dirty streets Searching for a revelation Wingless angels in the heat Knocking on The doors of damnation Come on baby - Kick 'em
We lay face down in pale solitude To save face we pulled our walls in front of you To the same place where we danced in front of you We fell from grace
Oh, yeah Summer was the season When he took a ride Women were the reason And they say whiskey was the slide Living on the action Till it took him down
In 1969 I killed a man of mine In a small Montana town I was hunted down by hounds Hear the night hawk cry Their voices dry and hollow Hear the crowd
Our pulse to resist Moves our cultural resistance I'm living this life Inside a civil tribe demised Improve my old mind Breaking all rules, absorbing
