the roses So I could stay the king you see In your eyes, babe In your eyes, babe So now we're dancing through the garden And what a garden I have
cradles the lives of all those who have died. At the last quiet hour she moves down through the vale and she waits there for the morrow in her garden of graves
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no interest in this motion. It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all, I know that there's no right way to... words failing. We're breeding sour
Don't remember much about my baby days, But I been told We used to live on Willow near the Garden District Next to the Sugar Bowl Momma used to wheel
This is a garden, this is a steeple I hear the crowd before I ever see the people Yours for the asking and for the taking There is a power in the vacuum
them Involved We too diligent They say the music is strong and too militant [Chorus] Yo Black Inc raw life In this whatumacallit Weed smokin junkie alcoholic One foot in the grave
We have slaughtered In the garden of beauty Digging graves instead of planting Mercy for the crucified A bitter justice Begging eternity for love
did point at me and say a mournful rhyme We are the sculptors of the land, the rulers of the sea We are the falcons of your sins, gardeners of the trees
brain The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but who really got my back fey now that them niggas done hit the grave
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka Straight from tha grave It gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc Oh, me? Ya can just call me Manson
Now the world holds seven wonders That the travellers always tell Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well But now the greatest wonder
Fair young maid all in a garden Strange young man, passerby He said, "Fair maid, will you marry me?" This then, sir, was her reply Oh, no, kind sir,
When she comes to greet me She is mercy at my feet And I, I see her inner charm She just throws it back at me Once I dug an early grave To find a better
ears and lips and eyes and soul, I dig my grave, behind the gates of Babylon. There's a Garden of Eden In your distant heart, Garden of Eden In
on their wings Secret gardens of the heart where the dreams live on forever I see you shining through the night in the ice and snow of winter Secret gardens
For your ripe and ready grave For your ripe and ready grave It's springtime now and cares subside And the planning's almost done And fertile graves