Boom boom boom boom They don't want music, they don't know how to use it They don't want music, they don't want music They don't want music, they don
the door Whoa, no, I can't take it anymore Crack, crack I'm feeling so sore, I never should have asked for black leather Black leather, black leather, black
Any motherfucker that song will be tight Flippin' the smoke, hitin' himself in the head Life goes fast, out soon that slum The money isn't for everyone The music
Maybe I'm a Lion
Album: The Black Mages II ~The Skies Above~ Composition: Nobuo Uematsu Arrangement: Kenichiro Fukui Lyrics: Alexander O. Smith Vocals: Mr. Goo English
SUKARUMIRUYOONE! Hushururu Hushururu dokugasu huhaishuu makichirasu Zonbi Zonbi teshitawa mina doro doro Hashi kara tenraku bakkuattaku misebatoku niwa
Go now, if you want it, Another world awaits you. Don't you give up on it, You bite the hand that feeds you. All alone, cold fields you wander, Memories
Vae victis, lacrimosa, gloriosa (Woe to the vanquished, mournful tear, glorious) Rex Aeterna (Eternal King) Ah Tu suscipe pro animabus illis (whom today
a ride on my big black train Ride on my big black train Big black train They beggin' for a ride on my They beggin' for a ride on my big black train
hand and a mircophone looks like she's all alone She can bring a friend though she's not my kind of friend She keeps jus' staring me out with her, ole black
Put away my black book Throw it on the fire Getting out the side door You are my one desire Baby when you hold me I feel see you're everything Baby when
all we've got CHORUS Got to save Black music Fight to save sweet music now Got to save Black music now Music sweet music ha ha ha It no funny Through
Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, black eyed Black eyed, broken home Black eyed, broken home Black eyed, broken home Black
Run away from all your boredom Run away from all your whoredom and wave Your worries and cares, goodbye All it takes is one decision A lot of guts, a
Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just a leitmotif More chaotic, no relief I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that never
deluge and the sliding mud She's preparing for the flood Running on black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black market blood Black
Slip and stumble at my first offenses It's not treason, it's no lie You talk in paragraphs, I write my sentence It's not treason, it's no lie It seemed
It's in your reach Concentrate It's in your reach Concentrate If you deny this Then it's your fault The God's in crisis He's over It's in your reach
