ONLY SPEEDING IT UP BUT YOU'RE NO FURTHER AHEAD OR FURTHER BEHIND ? JUST FALLING APART. LIVES OF THE SAINTS BUT THE DEATH OF THE PARTY. LIVES OF THE SAINTS
baby Never burn your britches CHORUS (X2) Some get the shit, sugar, some get the stains Some get the muscles, baby, some get the brains Some get the powers, love
hire It's what we waited for Hey Gloria This is why we were on the edge The eight of our lives been drawn to this undying love Gloria!Viva La Gloria
shouldn't throw stones people who live in glass houses don't throw stones people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones because they risk having boulders crash down on their lovely
hire,' it's what we waited for Hey Gloria, this is why we're on the edge The fight of our live's been drawn in this undying love Gloria, Viva La Gloria
quest for the holy Grail Try and live on razor's edge Find a mountain or cross a valley Why bother? It's all for sale True love was in her eyes Burning
jury, we are the saints Our minds divide, the past repeats A war still brewing in the hearts of those we once bled I am the knowing, the living dead
poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned
the Lord of lords, who over all doth reign, who once on earth, the incarnate Word, for ransomed sinners slain, now lives in realms of light, where saints
I am Right or wrong. I sing my song the best I can Therefore I am All you mean to NPG to the maximum Want you to understand somethin' asta Come me say, love
the top of the list, that's Benzino Hangman with the gangsta hits, that's Benzino Top dog that you never forget, that's Benzino Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn
away [Belly] In my heart where I keep the land, Left arm where I keep the dove, The artwork mean peace and love, Don?t nobody got no love, Our hearts
on cold island Living on cold island The radio is faint Victories and voices Keep calling you a saint Living on cold island You can't escape the flames Burning
Mama still tries, to open his eyes 'cause the way a man lives is the way a man dies His father's doing twenty-five to life 'cause the love of money