Translation: Goddard, Cathy. Lord Send Your Angels.
it die Walk among the dead, pick your grave Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence Like a disease spreading death, erasing your existence
the tactical expert Puttin in work, and leavin your troops with wet shirts Your casuality rate is high, I'm closin in Prepare for your ultimate end, tell your
oh Lord of Love oh Lord of Passion with your Bows And Arrows Please Make Are Sweet Love Last, And Set Are Hearts free Darling Walk with Me its Just the
is for the homies, everyone who couldn't make it here today/ Lift your lighters up and say "RIP" Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your
us out Lord, come down and help us out Send us an angel, help us out S.O.S, help us out Looks like we ain't gon' figure it out Lord, come down and
dancing 2 send a new vibe New ray new day A spiritual experience Is gonna come your way A vision a vibe with a touch too tender Your love to the lord
Faust has never been in love except with himself. The Lord decides to send down Cupid to shoot Faust to get a love thing going for the boy. The Lord's
long Though the rain never goes away They say I should leave these streets behind me But it's so hard to escape Oh lord please send me an angel To lead
They used to tell me toughen up Put some bass in your voice They used to tell me lighten up Put some Mase in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt nobody
Auntie gettin everything they need Trae's an angel in my eyesight, a true friend in deed While I'm waitin for heaven, I see hell and smell the flames God send
rips your retina no way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel-dust X-factor, X-men declare war Send your
If I rest eternal, may the lords send great inferno Till this day I write my journal Journal, urban journal (lord) [chorus] [killah priest] Dear heavenly father The reason why I stand at your
Medusa Reduce your flesh into bones, prey upon your dead meat like a vulture Dig out your eyes, send your soul to Hell While your body is covered in flies
through Bakersfield Listening to Gospel music on the colored radio station And the preacher said, "You know you always have the Lord by your side" And
for today But lust it sets in, and crush your chest in for dust your destined, if drugs are let in Enough to nest in, probably make you punch your best
I don't wanna be right, send me blessings to the cloud, hope I make it through the night, yea Lord as you lay me down to sleep, I pray to the Lord my
places wit my people Mo Thug Don't playah hate us me stop playin' n' get the prayin' dear Lord Before you blow your horn n' open up your door like Mathew
