Tekster:
Banner The Sometimes They Come Back

you?re back and clawing AT MY CHEST It won?t take more than this gun to clear my head The winter it has come Snow melts upon my skin The frost comes,

Back, back, back, back Yo, too advanced, digi' stance, made the cd enhanced I move with the speed and strength of ants Identical in form with the beez

aim, what come on Hun yeah what alright cool cool, what yeah huh alright Verse III This world almost had me kidnapped me back slapped me in the back

Sometimes I beheaded them with daggers, with punyards, with knives Sometimes I suspended them in my room From a pole or by a hook and cords and strangled

a-one But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun You can hear a ghostly bugle As the men go marching by You can hear them as they answer

his vessles mayne cats who wanna walk it and talk it teach it and preach it they love it they live it they'll go it wherever they leaded chorus we

wall praying basketball was my future for this young one hooping in the sun proud to be where I come from later shooting guns fantasizing fascinated by gold rope chains looking back

this commune living sucks these black panthers suck these harmonica players should all go back to the north canada, new jersey, where ever they do that

wall praying basketball was my future for this young one hooping in the sun proud to be where I come from later shooting guns fantasizing fascinated by gold rope chains looking back