fields On guard for the perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed
She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not Well, I've spent seven days and seven nights Tryin' to get
In all your life to treasure there The precious times and times when it's hard to care There's moments when They touch you with that magic touch and you
I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin' dope, poppin' Shroomz and droppin' lots of sin Psychedelic visions would ensue my view Feelin'
tropas que se dejaron conquistar Como frutas dejadas para marchitarse Pobre alimento espiritual Y los rayos del brillante sol Embravecidos con su conquista Cubrieron todo con alas
his temper had turned sour. He would not be king of the land, Bov Dearg was chosen instead. Lir would pay no tribute to him, And secretly wished he was dead. Alas
Verse One: The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'd
, wiped out civilisations, desolate barren landscapes genocides, creation, but mad scientists wildly experiment, drawing the conclusion down into the sediment, to the dark hour seed
the night and the shadows. I am the field when pain is the seed. Flores noctis sumus atque alas pandimus In profundis tenebrarum. Solus halitus emanans
When the dust had settled And we finally saw the waste CHORUS: Hey, ho, the wind has blown Won the war, now there's nothing to show Seeds sewn, time
She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not She loves me, she loves me not We-e-ll, ah've spent seven days and seven nights tryin to
think for yourself And that's you, you times a million Look around, we surround the fields On guard for the perfection of the seed Perfection of the seed
my bed, covered my head but they're flushin' me out with a broom the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall for my seeds or she'd be losin' her
[Intro 4x] Lalalala-lala-lalala [B-Real] I'll admit, I was a wild seed when I was a kid Slangin dope, poppin Shroomz and droppin lots of sin Psychodelic
your diseased machinations have hung like a black pall over glorious Hyperborea... you have invaded my very dreams and sown the virulent seeds of base
Wiped out civilisations Desolate barren landscapes genocides Creation But mad scientists wildly experiment Drawing the conclusion down into the sediment To the dark hour seed
[Verse One:] The harvest appeared less plentiful than last season I imagine sloppy seed handling avoke the stroke of tardy planting And the crops we'
fish from You underestimate the quest of faith Destined for a date with O.C. the great Ha! you are benevolent it's over occur In-emelent gettin a woman that suck-seeded
