in my heart where I once kept a piece of home What if one of yours turned a color You didn't mean for it to be And what if one of yours became another
Перевод: Black Light Burns. Одного из ваших.
and acid, black magic, cloaks and daggers (ahhh!) Fuck the planet, until it spins on a broken axis I'm so bananas I'm showin up to your open casket to
(Light the fire that needs the air) (I won't burn unless your there) Yea, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use it for your anger you know,
one standing and the first to walk away from this (dying place you call home) The sun has burned the last time she crawls in darkness with no light in
sung for your ugly twin head I`ll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalp And watch your four eyes telling me that your dead Gathering speed
there's a whole lot you could miss. Do you know which one I am? I am the cigarette smoking man. Once an hour I light the flower and burn baby burn. When is it your
I surrender my soul Odin hear my call One day I'll sit beside your throne In Valhalla's great hall Like so many before me I'll die with honor and pride
f/ G. Dep, Black Rob [Black Rob - almost mumbling] Reason I'm a Rottweiler That I'm from the Rottweiler in ya house to Rottweiler youths.. cats [G-Dep
strayed too far Need you to stop digging your hole And follow the path we light Don’t need an invitation to be reconciled 'Cause these home fires are burning Stare into your
hands - hold on to The nameless God yeah Breathe Into the deep And dying light Of day - Overdose On bloody wings Splinter in the Skin turn your
cool breeze was caressing The still of the night A camp fire was burning And flickering light Your body swayed As I played my guitar I don't know your
know, can?t see ?em for the glow of the neon lights An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn Well it's two thousand miles and one
you out Put a couple caps in your ass, cut your head off Send it to your mom with flowers 'cause I'm so soft Lay on your wack crew, smoke the whole bunch
loaded, automatic 6 Benz Candy paint, foreign lights with my bitch in Born hustlin', too big, nigga, to size me up Can't stop me, more money, burn 'em
burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk And
the earth you thought would beat you down Lifts up and lights your ground Get back on your way at the end of the day
