I have felt The sound of fury Falling falling Oh to be a dream To be a dream Sleep of the stage Sleep of the stage Sleep of the stage
everything When I called you last night from Glasgow All I do is eat and sleep and sing Wishing every show was the last show (Wishing every show was the last
(honest) with the one that was loyal to me God really has his ways of taken you off that stage [Chorus:] Only she?s the woman the car I replaced it No sleep
seat, The curtain closes, they're throwing roses at our feet, We take a bow and, a??thank you all for comin' outa??, They're screamin' so loud, we take one last
Tang, Wu-Tang, Onyx Aiyyo, staircase to stage now, major waves Tanktop Nautica, flipping your daughter thirty ways Yeah who want mine? Bent outta shape, one
(lyrics by The Swoon) A wonderful song. Although The Swoon only recorded one album that we know of, it was all that we needed. In fact, it was difficult
, I got you surrounded Huh, cause I wrote rhymes and bass pounded To the body ( *cutting* ) to the head ( *cutting* ) How you gonna last on stage with
saw myself, some darkness at last tenously visible, love as the sweetest thing. Al Bowlly, Jack Buchanan, sing on, dreaming of the lamps and the beautiful ladies, bowed lips packed with blood, the staged
're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots for future rain, for future reign Add one
to last I miss my homie but she's missing her dad It weighs on my conscious and I hate conscious rap Apart from that I wish to see you succeed So I
his teeth And his jaws start closin with you underneath And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind And you wish you'd never taken that last
everything When I called you last night from Glasgow All I do is eat and sleep and sing Wishing every show was the last show [Wishing every show was the last
DONNA I was sick and tired of everything When I called you last night from Glasgow All I do is eat, and sleep, and sing Wishing every show was the last
new Oh how I wish I could dream again so I could dream of you. But It took the last of my soul, it took the last of my soul, but I remember you. I wonder
back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one
the whips crack Fatal guillotine's took flight, snatch heads, brought them back Before they can blast, one gun, half a cal., he was done One fourth was
, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? When will the blood