You're keeping in step in the line Got your chin held high and you feel just fine 'Cause you do what you're told But inside your heart it is black and
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed So you already know
Got to go out of town but I'll be back soon Don't burn down this old barroom Everyone in here's like family Till I get back do this for me Please feed
Daddy's in the bathroom Mama's on the streets Garden party soiree Makes no sense to me Sirens in the background Gunshots I can't see Won't anybody listen
You trust in money, you trust in gold You pray for riches from heaven above You build a mansion from a pile of sand You trust in power But you bite the
They are dying on the dance floor They are lying in debris They are fading with exhaustion From the mortal injuries They are hungry and need feeding
Take them for what they are Treat them with love and respect Their skin so desirable, so much money to make Life will turn to profit and you don't fucking
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A hungry pack Of ferocious beasts Only desires Are that of meat Something big Is coming this way With only two It will surely be Our nights prey Stalking
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk You're off to see the land of dreams Be careful, things are seldom what they seem Cling to your hopes and
Deep under the mountain In the darkest of the forest In the shadows that falls from the trees Deep in the black lake Don't dare to go near Don't you dare
Will the sun rise up in the morning? Could you answer that for me my friend? Should I even believe in tomorrow? Who will answer that for me? Who can
i asked a million questions, you looked so surprised forgot a million things that i had memorized yes but i confess, i never dreamed i had done
I asked a million questions, you looked so surprised Forgot a million things that I had memorized Yes, but I confess, I never dreamed I had done my best
What is it worth. The charity of colonizers. The kindness of culture rapists. The outstretched hand of imperialism. The healing touch of capitalism. What
Feed the light I want to fight about it now You won't be lost You won't be found You won't be lost You won't be called out by me For sure, I love you
Wakes up from a terrible dream A feeling of nightmarish forces Its hard to breath A pus, a rip of the scrotum Ear piercing plague Disease of the devil
He cant escape Legs trapped in the mud Undiscovered creatures fester his sex College, books, and money couldn't save him Beasts of the marsh cannibalize