When heroes go down They land in flame So don't expect any slow and careful Settling of blame I heard you say You look out for the feet of clay That
both of that Lookin past the cat If she was playin possum Then they pull a rabbit from the hat [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Now rich man poor man Beggar-man
of greed squeezed, fannin these flames Nine to five will be the ant theme, but man, it'd be great Time's a lie, Yah's alive, why's it man that we praise
course, soft as clay Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains Is my brain vain? Flames, still dock
past When heroes go down They land in flame So don't expect any slow and careful Settling of blame I heard you say You look out for the feet of clay
of a tree one's spirit can move through all living things and everything is evolving just as it should much in the way stars serious age musical flame
The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom He says that he comes from a place
, the things that you think about, you can see it in your dreams wanna live it out? but you can't, all thanks to the man when I hold you down, man shut
99, did novice to king, wit a million MC's waitin in line Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise [Method Man] Now speed it up, uh [Chorus
're through nigger-shootin' at the general cinema But the self image is a mental enema Plus an exchange of gunfire Is more likely to kill your man Busdriver
what's wrong And will I end a broken man whose hands half-filled even though they once seemed strong? I still have nothing to my name So brightly burns the flame
fear they?ll soon be parting ways Standing like a statue A chin of stone, a heart of clay, hey And though he?s too big of a man to say There?s a fear
the remains of such rites at the royal cemetaries of Giza, Saqqarra, Lisht, and at several forts in Nubia. Stone, wax, or mud figures, or broken clay tablets or clay
to be by the wicked ways of man - his enfeebled domain? Nature left in flames - Suffering, now to maim Cataclysm at hand - unveiled unto man So runs
that never were; and I say, "Why not?" ) "That s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." - ASTRONAUT NEIL ARMSTRONG (as he became the first man
own. To reap amends... The stench of tresses on hot coats. Hooves of flame trample man into the embers. The melting of malformed clay into a molten
depths of Tartaros the tyrant was exiled Then only wastelands and silent valleys were left where life once dwelled By clay and fire Prometheus created the first man
You love covered by Your shadow held within Your hand made in Your likeness precious am i the glare of a sinking flame binds me to my clay indeed alone