Now, I know the reason that I'm feeling so forlorn I'll pick you up at eight as usual, listen for my horn Rhine wine Car horn
Thrones In the Shadow of the Horns of the Dawn (of the) First Millennium Cleansed like the air in the Night In the Shadow of the Horns
without wettin' it It's cruise and I'm hittin' it Don't mess with the bull You gonna get the horn coz I've been tilitin' it full You gonna get the horn
Last night your taste was beautiful but my tongue doesn't know the truth cause when it's drown in poison chemicals I see the better side of you our
Bow for me, inferior I demand you in the name of the horns For I am the one To bring the demise of the bearer of thorns You who's father so pityful
that tie me down to earth For chains that keep up this organic curse ...for I see horns... ...golden horns... ...for I see horns... ...HORNS!!!!!!!...
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I see your faces Blown through the horned clouds In the silent cities They call me so loud Come through the fire Come through the foam Come at the world
[Verse 1] I'm predisposed for abuse I can take it so bring the pain steady The thunder clouds they gonna open and let it rain heavy I'm bringin' storms
in here to play baby My shit'll pump up a jam, god damn its the baddest Tres delinquentes step into the madness (horns) Get Funky(x3) (horns) Get Funky
f/ Sen Dog [Verse 1] I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca Your lady say she
, is so easy Delinquent Habits' little sun for the north So sit back and freest yourself Here comes the horns Here comes the horns Here comes the horns
for his bone you take a piece of my pie Well then it's on y va star cabrone Cause when you're fuckingg with the bull it's the horns you get I gotta
It's time to amount an enormous amount of muscle Move in like 5th battalion while woofers gonna bring trouble Que quieres a mia moving to make me a little
[Verse 1] Book me a flight to 30 cities round this land Give me a fat sack of weed and some cash in hand Some vatos that can handle themselves out
Around Cape Horn SOURCE: Bob Pfeffer SOURCE'S SOURCE: Lisa Null COMMENTS: From Gale Huntington TEXT: D A7 D
Like the wicked rule the weak Like all conquerors have their keep I'll tear my marks into your arms Paralyzed but still you're charmed Like the great
Call me what you will, but i'll not die for your god Our hell is a seed sown from the bile of the jahweh heaven This pathetic kingdom of lies, fills