Laulunsanoja:
In Flames Clay Man

allow it Bow if you recognize royalty My motor skills is more like a well oiled machine any team that we construct we'll blow your dreams up in flames

to the studio and lay smash hit Wit my Uncle Run, boy Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates At churches and shit like that? He's spittin' flames

out below Back away from the glass, there she blows The city's been leveled, the hills are in flame The streets cracked up and when we're pushing up clay

a fear they'll soon be parting ways Standing like a statue a chin of stone a heart of clay hey And though he's to big a man to say there's a fear

hour But a man with a vision Believed That tomorrow's begun And has to be won And nobody here is reprieved O Chico, Chico Mendes The man in a million

the remains of such rites at the royal cemetaries of Giza, Saqqarra, Lisht, and at several forts in Nubia. Stone, wax, or mud figures, or broken clay tablets or clay

, what the seal is worth Holds all of the dreams of a man Tapestries, wishes of man, pictures and visions of man The spirit of the soul of the man And

The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom He says that he comes from a place

truly own. To reap amends... The stench of tresses on hot coats. Hooves of flame trample man into the embers. The melting of malformed clay into a molten