Tekster:
The Dead Weather I Feel Strange

known to make dead men groan In any kind of weather I crawl over to her I say, ?Hey baby?, I say, ?Hey, Janet You are the one, you are the sun And I'

It seems the wisest words that I know, (three which some dead scholar wrote) are simply these:- "Dum spiro spero" meaning; "WHILE I BREATHE I HOPE". All I

I kick this shit so you motherfuckers understand I pop mine With a glock nine Blow that head off a muthafuckin stop sign Be the one never You come I

I rule the world, I don't want to hear giggles, I'll not be disturbed while I'm watching the Wiggles and maybe this is going out on a limb but i'll expect

Belt I was transformed into a spirit with no shell I'm modifying the weather from behind a weather shield Writing with a feathered quill, gettin' more ill I hope I

to make dead men groan in any king of weathers I crawl over to her I say - hey baby I say - Hey Janet you are the one/ you are the sun and I'm your dutiful

the world pronounced me dead put me in the grave the cut off my legs it was not long I couldn't hold my mouth I ran my head I ran my head It's strange

seems the wisest words that I know, (three which some dead scholar wrote) are simply these: - "Dum spiro spero" meaning; "WHILE I BREATHE I HOPE". [CHORUS:] All I

the world pronounced me dead put me in the grave the cut off my legs it was not long I couldn't hold my mouth I ran my head I ran my head It's strange