meat\". Don't wake me up from this dream I have. Stand alone, standing in the rain, and i've never had all of this. Dead girls don't say no. Don't
will go But not return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows Stay wide awake Better try to stay wide awake Or you might end up found dead
Two little children, a girl and a boy Stood by an old church door The little girls feet were as brown as the curls That hung upon the dress that she
La la la la, la la la lie Mama often told me that we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy
-combing La la la la la la la lie Mama often told me we all got to die You must have heard about the curse of millhaven How last christmas bill blake's little boy
the fat boys said, i "brrrrrrrr, stick em!" From that point on, I say we're on for the night But I love it when the girl just call me d-nice
have recorded what happened in the past lovers loving in the night will find our forms in constellations seekers seeking for salvation will find our stories in the stained glass a boy
Private parts was drowned in shit (The litany) Poor ole Tome was beaten badly (Of the slain) Him was hacked and slashed up madly Father Bohab, raped 'til dead
Boys will be boys and play with toys So be strong with your beast Oh Rosie dear, don'tcha think it's queer So stop me if you please The baby is dead
have recorded what happened in the past Lovers loving in the night will find our forms in constellations Seekers seeking for salvation will find our stories in the stained glass A boy
life on Earth is to be selected, the Devil will try to corrupt the selectee. After negotiating a bit, even at one point considering a Canadian (Northern Boy
hold out your hand When the sun sets, and takes you with it Just know these nights will end And they end Don?t be so scared This boy will catch up with
-combing La la la la La la la lie Mama often told me we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy
So I grabbed a barbie doll and jammed the legs through her neck What I bloody mess so I dragged her with the rest Of the dead family but theres still the little boy
. Boys will be boys and play with toys so be strong with your beast. Oh Rosie dear, doncha think it's queer, so stop me if you please. The baby is dead
art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real I know that most aren't Boy you think you're clever don't ya girl you think your
Private Parts was drowned in shit Poor ole Tome was beaten badly Him was hacked and slashed up madly The Litany of the Slain Father Bohab waped til dead
