Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on living without you Mary Lou, Mary Lou I can't go on singing without you Mary Lou (Mary Lou) Mary Lou (Mary Lou) I can
You better hold on tight when we go hittin' the hay You better hold on tight and pray You better hold on tight 'cause we go hittin' the hay Or darling
Martha: He plays the violin He tucks it right under his chin And he bows, oh he bows For he knows, yes he knows That it's hi-hi-hi-diddle diddle It's
learn to play the violin, Yes, I'd learn to play the violin, And I'd learn to play the violin, Yes, I'd learn to play the violin. fade out...
my steeze would blind the eye piece of a high priest like the sun to his sockets Chorus-[Mr.Hyde] Violins
as well be butchered Between the small timing hustlers who all, seem to feed upon each other [Chorus] Oh God where have you been Hanging out a little violin
give me a backwood, roll a violet Blow the smoke out and scream violence Only thing slowin n-gga down is the violin Yeah The violin, yeah the violin
[Lyrics : Readman - Music : Forte - 7'00] Now the time has come to face, my untold fears Every waking hour, drained me through the years So that I'
Start a conversation finish it with a scream i know all the answers but what do the questions glean? not afraid of fiction just the already known unlock
ve done So fear not the passing of the days 'Cause like the song of the violin You only grow sweeter with age 'Cause like the song of the violin You only
My momma used to tell me son you better get your work done your daddy's coming home at five And if you ain't all thru with the chores you gotta do boy
know this,i never meant to hurt you. that the sparkle in your eye is just a figment of my mind. turn pale, nearly every time we speak. words are stripped
My soul was swayed by violins and trees I was sick for dark as the wind sank through the breeze here's the pagentry and heres the carnival as the start
and holdin my dick with both hands - slut Put a gun to your pockets My steez would blind the eyepiece of a high priest like the sun to his sockets [Mr Hyde: x2] Violins
[Instrumental]
me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin
giving you the creeps so I assume the bole open my claws and grasp for your heart (repeat chorus) into you like a mortal stake so vindictive your love's slipping away violins