good man And on the coast of Kolombangaro looking through his telescope Australia's Evans saw the battle for the crew had little hope Two were dead, some were wounded
Showdown, Armageddon Allah, yo, Akbar One to the chest, two to the back Three to the face with my gat, gat, gat Keep a close casket, made a son a bastard
with wide jaws yap names For fish heads you'll get tossed in the flames Where some ornithologist will find your skeletal frame One two three four Eskimo
adulthood is dead He left scars on my back when my notebook was read I guess the grass is always greener on the other side And intangible experience structures one
that chic? Do you rep sticky? We split it down the middle everything Forty, sixty Are you that chic for rich Or poor? The only one I eat out The only one
out there feeding On the wounded and the bleeding They always are the first to see the cracks upon the walls When I started this song I was still thirty-three
My mouth went dry, my stomach felt queasy too So empty and scared, it?s all because of you A dead body that turned out not to be dead No one understands
There were three ravens sat on a tree Down-a-down, hey, down-a-down And they were black As they might be, with a down The one of them said to his mate
authorities came to blame For somethin' that he never done Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been The champion of the world Three bodies
taking, One, two, baby steps. Three, four, baby steps. Five, six, baby steps. I'm starting over again. Abandonded, yeah I'm crying. Its like you left me for dead (So dead, so dead
gush Sopping and plenary satisfied She stiches up the opened wounds Hanging the body on a meathook One more pale body to cook Three weeks later he
With three seeds to feed, stressed out like bricks. So he got a fix, roll with his crackhead click. Stay twisted, robbin young ducks for their bucks. One
there they are, mercurial ghosts, formed And moving; so the dead do move, and shout, And pray, and cry, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead
Matilda for me. So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia. The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded
Verse 1: charlie brown Bring one mc, two mc, three mc. Send any mc's. it doesn't matter to me. Sterp up like a thief in the night. No wins and I begin
my days are played As much as my single needs to fade away Shoot my self in the arm and start bleeding Dont wanna go yet,stick a straw in my wound an
one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One taste of you my Magdalena
someones gonna have to end up D.D.Dead and if your Friend got soaked then he a D.D.Dead. Yeah you know what I'm sayin a dead motherfucker barely up in
