we're sitting at the table and we're feeling un and able and we're sitting at the table and we're waiting for the meat where are we oh one of them's
Перевод: Страх. Waiting For мяса.
Steel shattered in the night Soldiers racing to the fight Bombs waiting to explode Fear is cast up on your soul Wooh! It's just around the corner For
yee watch me.My sword by my side Proudly I sit on my horse And I wait for the sign in the sky to appear Telling me that the moment has come For me to
prayer For something better Please love me Meet my mother But the fear takes hold Creeping up the stairs in the dark Waiting for the death blow Waiting for the death blow Waiting for
laughin cause I sent her mother whitewater raftin I'm not a fact, I'ma proven fear Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin, "Wait, wait, wait.. you
is the man who listens to me Watching daily at my gates waiting at the posts of my doors For who shall revise me for his life and obtains favor from the
I got a big fat meat loaf for yo ass Bow down Haters Turn around Niggas Go an clown if you like the way it sound Beef killas Wait a minute nigga why
barman He had a face like boiled meat "There's a girl called Betty Coltrane That I have come to see" "But I ain't seen that girl 'round here For more
them away like I got leprosy Chopper right next to me loaded up wit pepper seize Got an extra clip but that's only for my especiallies, yeah This is especially for
skullie while I'm autographin' Got my daughter laughin' 'Cuz I sent her mother whitewater raftin' I'm not a fact, I'ma proven fear Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screamin' "Wait, wait, wait
t tremble when they touch there's no reason for these fears It's a promise that was made, we've been promised this for years I want to show you it all
these women? They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism The validating game is degrading Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings I'm getting too old for
and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their
, Goes our hero bold, in seach of gold, a casket for a dying world. Our hero stands, wealth in hand, The prize for his endeavors. The masses cheer, to hide their fears
can get colder than a glacier But sweeter than them licorice or them zig zag papers yous a scalywag you wait for ? and you wear a tote tag but bitch