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Wilson
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Wilson
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Oh out near Stonehenge, I lived alone
Oh out near Gamehendge, I chafed a bone
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you

Talk my duke a mountain, Helping Friendly Book
Inasfar as fiefdom, I think you bad crook
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you

Wilson
Wilson
Wilson
Wilson

I talked to Mike Christian, Rog and Pete the same
When we had that meeting, over down near Game(henge)
Wilson, King of Prussia, I lay this hate on you
Wilson, Duke of Lizards, I beg it all trune for you

You got me back thinkin that you re the worst one
I must inquire, Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson, can you still have fun?
Wilson

Inne utwory

  • Sand
  • Harry hood
  • Prince Caspian
  • Seven below
  • Bye bye foot
  • Nothing
  • The wedge
  • Golgi apparatus
  • Loving cup
  • Foam
  • Farmhouse
  • Talk
  • Hello my baby
  • Gin and juice
  • The divided sky
  • Icculus
  • Mountains in the mist
  • Dinner and a movie

    • Losowe utwory

    Arise

    Feasting on rancidness
    Not seeing through the self-accusing lies
    Are hordes of wormly cowards
    Who hesitate and fail to bring their dreams to life
    Oppression
    Quickening
    Aspirations
    Left unseen
    Lost in occupations
    Becoming socially secured
    Life s manipulation
    Age...

    Spójrz prawdzie w oczy

    Parę prostych zasad
    Parę niepisanych reguł
    Nigdy nie mów nigdy
    By dopłynąć do brzegu
    Nie zawrócisz czasu biegu
    Nie zmienisz prawa pięści
    Mówię o nich władcach życia i śmierci
    Plugawie żyli i plugawie też zginą
    Przebacz im Panie, bo nie wiedzą, co czynią
    Wszedł pośród nich ten, co ma tysiąc imion
    Przestroga kuzynom, trzymaj z rodziną
    Tyle bólu toczy nasze plemię...

    Mountains in the mist

    Several times, uncontiously
    I ve stumbled upon the path
    And seen a mountain in the mist
    As rain falls on my shoulders
    Sun rises in the east
    A mourning bruise
    but I am here at least
    I guess im just an obsticle
    A thing to overcome
    If I could sneek around myself
    Again I ll know I ve won
    The moment...

    When Jesus comes calling for me

    When I was a child I recall and old man; everybody loved old Zeke
    He was all alone, his family was gone; one day he said to me
    I m just sittin here thinkin about Jesus, rockin as my old chair creaks
    Some glad...

    Out for blood

    I answer to no one
    And make no mistake
    Got my thumb on the pulse of the nation
    And it’s mine to take
    A whole new world
    Is in my eyes
    A land of anger
    Why must they die?

    Out for blood

    Murder – lashing out, the will to kill,...