shit forever man, ever man, ever man Okay, hello it's da martian, space jam Jordan's I want this shit forever, wake up and smell the garden Fresher than the harvest
now assembled start to sing Amazing Grace Oh the King is coming the King is coming... Oh the King is coming the King is coming... (He's coming for me
this cruel world today Thunder on the mountain, rolling to the ground Gonna get up in the morning walk the hard road down Some sweet day I'll stand beside my king
motorcycled the King's Highway I sailed on a ship on the Spanish galleon I'm the Angel of the Black Medallion Peter Pan I am, I say I harvested the
to the village Where soil will not provide, no king and land are one Monopolise the holy ground, all that we hold as sacred No harvest moon shall
And I reside in the art of many a artist (Let me put you on game) Some of your smartest have tried to articulate My whole part in this but they're fruitless in their harvest
free - Here we diddy come come Yeah, bring it on, death's about to grow from the seeds you sown You fertilized it with poverty, you watered it with dope And harvested
with catnip And pretty soon he's gonna be seventeen Kitty cat birthday party Catnip is a kitty cat drug We plant catnip seeds together All summer long he watches it growing Dreaming of the harvest
shoreless wail which came here to die Just like an eagle in the sky I want to spread my wings and fly away Crying silence is falling over me Lonely king
, limit your chance Bodyguard the lyric with unlimited stance Words seem to zing on down to Bejing When we touch down you crown renowned kings There'
fade to winter sky Old Oak King, it's time for you to die The King, the Corn are born to fall And all must die in sacrifice Underneath the Harvest
He comes as a darkened knight Upon the raging storm And as an angel of love he reaps the harvest corn He comes as a leveller to make one and all the
, fire, earth and water, balance of change World on the scales on the scales Bishop's kings spin judgment's blade Scratch, "Faith", on nameless graves Harvest
Wear your blizzard season coat Burn a bridge and burn a boat Stake a lizard by the throat. Go polonius or kneel The reapers name their harvest dawn All
captain roared For every man that's alive tonight Will be hauling gold aboard Spare us the galleon begged But mercy's face had fled Blood ran from the screaming souls The cutlass harvested
King comes thro' the gate The King is coming The King is coming i just heard the trumpet sounding And now his face i see The King is coming The King
turning, near and far, the fires are burning Victory, the endless passion, for a cause, we will take an action I'm not a savior, I'm not a king, there
I'm a prince in the Pazy Park Through the sense, I really play my part Took my time before I got my start Now the harvest right For a brother like me