Claustrophobic, I see the patients above, I'm looking for all the links inside. The gold band on my face, the gold band on my face is divine Open and
To a song dissolved in the dawn (Michael, Michael) The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan (Michael, Michael
isn't really a smile at all So I smoke a little too much and I drink a little too much And the tunes I request, aren't always the best But the ones where the trumpets
some scratching just to hear a DJ scratch Got to have some House so let the master play his tune ? or maybe 'this is the beat' ? Stop playing trumpet
block to your offspring, Youa??re not hardcore, Wouldna??t crack an egg, why the fuck you actina?? hard boy? Boom bye bye is the tune I abide by,
is your twin Behind your fiery make-up you should know this I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin I'll write this tune in matching
chandelier awaken me To a song dissolved in the dawn The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan Columnated
hum I stood unwound beneath the skies And clouds unbound by laws The cryin' rain like a trumpet sang And asked for no applause Lay down your weary tune
, now if you're hip to me then I guess you heard bass But I got another instrument to flaunt in your face It's not a flute or a trumpet, don't beef 'cause
isn't really a smile at all So I smoke a little too much And I drink a little too much And the tunes I request Aren't always the best But the ones where the trumpets
I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Everytime that you walk
have whipped up to a rich, foamy lather, girl Nameless gnaw of my pains Like three hundred trumpets and just one is out of tune All them tremendous
must they stay apart? Yes, I know it's in my heart Surely you see what's inside of me Jesus is coming soon I can hear Gabriel blow his trumpet tune
We gonna take care of business too Listen to ze drummer, lay down his beat Listen to ze bass man, play zat same groovy beat Attend the guitars is that soulsome tune
car chases, Y-2-K fuck up, you're left faceless Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases Give the drummer some, pianos, guitar basses Trumpet in tune
My life was colored, painting pictures out of tune You came from nowhere in a song It might have been the way I laughed, he made the jokes Could only
I can see a new expression on my face I can feel a strange sensation taking place I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes Every time that you walk
the sky, Dead bodies were lying on the ground, A deadly mass of fierce warriors fighting While the demons were prevailing On the sons of god They were tuning
