stage left with the cash gone took it Off like a Koufi, the fit was a bit doofy He tried to get screwy with that two for you One, two for me, G, cut
' keep talking And you won't need 'A Weekend At Bernie's' If you trying to see a 'Dead Man Walking' I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to
down like a whack jackhammer Sing a little ?Sweet Home Alabama? Jimmy gimme wink like a big film flamer Bone tired and so weary of treating truth as a
from all the blooming cherry trees In tiny nooses, safe from everyone - nothing but a nuisance; gone now, dead and done Be a woman, be a woman! Though
lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear
You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight You hear the door slam and realize there's nowhere left
over head I'm hangin' upside down Thinking how you left me for dead California bound I got a first class ticket to a night all alone And a front row
let fam' keep talking You gonna need a +Weekend At Bernie's+ If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+ [Red Cafe:] I guess it's left to me, the popcorn
to strike You know it's thriller, thriller night You're fighting for life inside a killer, thriller tonight You hear a door slam and realize there's nowhere left
that tool for you One two for me G, cut the cranky attitude Wet 'em like a handkerchief, or a stanky fatter dude Whether you'se a rapper or a damn singer
to labor to slave for them to the last breath Most of us they sent to Auschwitz, half a million people sent to a pointless early death There were those
've all got obligations, don't you know. Well, I've been lost at sea for a thousand years, just lookin' for someone that I could hold dear. She might be long dead
Thule"] [Episode II:] THE DARK LIEGE OF CHAOS IS UNLEASHED AT THE ENSORCELLED SHRINE OF A'ZURA-KAI (THE SPLENDOUR OF A THOUSAND SWORDS GLEAMING BENEATH
lay a thousand graves many more Where the ghost still haunt for the day we come to the fore Don't look back For whats dead now is safe The exiled, a
thousand years ago, the stoning of a young man His story written in the crops near spoken In England, The face of a dead woman Shown, etched out a wheatfield
minimize your stare apart a new fly as a craft My flight is for feeble vibration's metal function in a size of a graph I blast those critics who astro physics A
and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a