(Gene Simmons) [Verse] Born in the ashes of ruin at the birth of your kind In the dawn of creation you conjured me in your mind Love thy neighbor as
I hear the sound of your heart beating Don't say a word, I know what you're feeling Just hold me close, don't be afraid These arms won't let your heart
The world is coming down on me And I can't find a reason to be loved I never wanna leave you But I can't make you bleed if I'm alone You put your arms
[Curren$y] Ray Leather on my Hoosiers Drag strips slits rare, the barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, jus muthafuckin' poo poo Sissy ass zero, muthafuccin
Chea..Aye Put One In They Head..2x This that club shit straight thug shit this that beat a nigga ass in the club shit. Jays laced up game faced up
(These empty arms I'll have no more) Empty arms that long for you and they wait dear just for you And these arms will stay this way till you return to
There's a call that rings for the one who sings to those now gone astray Saying come ye men and your load of sin there at the altar lay You don't seem
Albert is smart, he's a genius Watch Albert putter, an obvious genius Someday he will reassess the world And he'll still have time for lots of girls
I've spent twenty-plus years with my sweet dear, and I can go on another day If the bottle don't kill me, I know she will and I aint goin out that way
If you're ready, I'm willing and able Gonna lay my cards out on the table 'Cause you're mine, I'm yours for the taking Right now the rules we made are
These arms of mine they are lonely Lonely and feeling blue, these arms of mine They are yearning, yearning from wanting you And if you would let them
These arms of mine They are lonely Lonely and feeling blue These arms of mine They are yearning Yearning from wanting you And if you Would let them
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim Colisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
These arms of mine They are lonely, lonely and feeling blue These arms of mine They are yearning, yearning from wanting you And if you would let them
Styles like Al Pacino Reno until the carcelino The mad dino with the cambino, the gambino Digger than Jim COlisemo More reservoir dogs than Tarantino
Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed a candy shop, told her, ?Lay down on the
Hallelujah, we can finally hear It's a miracle we feel anything at all Things we planted on the worst days of the year Grew to fingers that rip at the
It was perfect before I opened the door And let all the walls fall on me Should've known what you was holding in store You showed me sweetness's, you