what you'll say You've got half formed sentences Explanations for a life half broken away And they just may They'll take you in their arms And then take out their knives
We met as soul mates on Parris Island We left as inmates from an asylum And we were sharp, as sharp as knives And we were so gung ho to lay down our lives
today, come today What have they done to the earth? What have they done to our fair sister? Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her Stuck her with knives
weapons can decide Whose bed I share tonight And the cold mister mister He has got me in his sights If he shoots me down He has every right They sharpened knives
Hey man, well, look it here We got Jesus, He's drinkin' beer He's playin' cards, He's shootin' dice He's drinkin' whiskey and He beats His wife And it
said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives
a splash of Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one an' only Big homie from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely You need Jesus
'd like to see jesus and mohammad On the road to damascus What did you think they would say Would they fight with knives clenched in their teeth Like
Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up You're out of luck like two dogs stuck Iron Man be sippin' rum, out of Stanley Cups, unflammable Noriega, aimin' knives
yeah forever like a scar I sortet your guts in my gourmet appetar Cause I grin when I sin, I'll wear your fuckin' skin I stick big fuckin' knives in your
I'm not listening when it happens. (she said) I can't begin to say how sorry I am, I never meant for this to happen. the Sun goes down, the knives
fun with knives blood, guts fun with knives die, die, die, die for me and i'll die for you won't you die for me? and i'll die for you just like jesus
, Cuz everbody thinks he's the one who invented being the bore. If these are the last days then im using my music, As my Jesus save me from this musical
me to be just like you Well I just gotta be like, I just gotta be like you (Verse 2) Now all I see is money, cars, jewels, Stars Womanizers, tough guys, guns, knives
Monster Kody, shoot faster than Kobe, nigga You bastards know me, the one and only Big homey from the Roc, I think you pastors lonely You need Jesus in
dreams Chorus: And he was just a gentle boy A real florescent light Cried pennies on Sunday morning Laughs nickels on Saturday night And your bullets they can't harm him Nor your knives
We met as soul mates On Parris Island We left as inmates From an asylum And we were sharp As sharp as knives And we were so gung ho To lay down our lives