A waking world of innocence So grave those first born cries When life begins with needles and pins It ends with Swords and Knives Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
Translation: Tears For Fears. Swords And Knives.
mean and a liar and pathetic and alone in life And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean But someday I'll be living in a big old city And all you're ever
daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And
war scissors, grab a sword, and sharpen up your hunting knives 2 psychopathic lyricists are driving on the hunt tonight i'm haling from the Essex and
us through Conquered nations of our foe We have subdued Strength and honor from the helm We bring to you tempered steel Of knives and swords This devastation
are no fingerprints Deep under water Nothing to tie one to a crime And if you seek vengeance All you need are instruments of pain You need your Knives
you will listen Late in the night times We'd drive around with hairspray and sharp knives Lookin' for road kill, lightin' things on fire for cheap thrills Stab the corpses and lick the knives
But I, live or let die, party get high And tell them lames to the plane or let fly You, with your words like knives And swords and weapons that
the shells bow to me kiss the sword bow to the Scourge of God it's not even the matter of taste I hardly ever drink blood I feed on hopes and illusions
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
I had my choice, I took my choice That I was to stand and fight the fleet boys But now I find myself running for my life I seen their swords and their knives And
They act wild and couldn't budge a crowd No matter how loud they get, though they growl and spit Clutch they fists, and throw up signs like a Crip And
knives Criminal subliminal minded rappers find it Hard to define it, when narrow is the gate For fat tapes and then played out and out of date Then I construct my thoughts on site to renovate And
rob niggaz, I told 'em to use And leave enemies of friends that like broken and bruised They ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me And
us And this monster is mysterious at least Bring your guns Bring your knives Save your children and your wives We'll save our village and
who are playin', gonna draw for swords, and the lyric that i gain, gonna buss the door, in the pouring rain. [Flava] Guess whos next draw swords when
The name of the game is survive and prove your flow You can't out take Jurassic syllable 'Cause it's survival of professional radio Stop and comprehend and
