? Are all these days of darkness leading to my grave? Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Facing the stranger Nature
Oversættelse: Blaze. Fremmed for Light.
realise? Are all these days of darkness leading to my grave? Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Oh-oh-oh a stranger to the light Facing the stranger
on my Timbs Modern lights got your frame bent Myalansky, fantasy, crash route, the certified member Ask permission before you kill 'em, you're nameless UFO's, domes, the strangest
, she looks ready to ride And what's that she's tryin' to show me ? What's that you're tryin' to show me ? Picasso moon, shattered light Diamond bullets
Waiting to breath, if you believe you can achieve, just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on Living in the projects, broke, with no lights
feelin this Tec-9s with silver clips, my ? set's style? is still legit Ain't nothin changed You can tell I'm comin, cause the weather strange Armageaddon
they will be good without you They'll reminisce and light a candle but they talk about you "Relax no no it's okay Let me give you a light That's my
we know that life goes on [killa sin] Yo, melodic war chamber, bang ya, 36 styles of danger Murderous, floating in the myst of perfect strangers Killarm
and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl, take girls break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesus, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights
Solomon Jones" Then I ducked my head And the lights went out And two guns blazed in the dark Then I women swooned And the lights came on And the two
Violent J) If I was a Serial Killer they would find all my victim's heads in funky ass gas station toilets And if I was a Serial Killer I would be strange
The Cremation of Sam McGee The Cremation of Sam McGee (Robert W. Service) There are strange things done 'neath the midnight sun by the men who moil
little cough An with blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've been lived in this town for thirty years And to no one I am a stranger
stuck in your flue? How can you generate heat when you can't feel your feet? And they're turning blue You light up a mean blaze with posters and screenplays
strangers Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights Cold moan, held on the crest of the night I'm too tired to fight So now we're passing strangers
