The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J And we sling at soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around You'll get it
night... Another long quiet, lonely night spent at your side. Not a lot left to say... There's not a lot that I still could say to change your mind.
Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses evil minds that plot destruction sorcerers of death's construction in the fields the
Has he lost his mind? Can he see or is he blind? Can he walk at all, Or if he moves will he fall? Is he alive or dead? Has he thoughts within his head
to the sun escape from brainwashed minds and pollution. Leave the earth to all its sin and hate find another world where freedom waits. Past the stars in fields
attention, rest in peace father I'm a ghost in these killin fields Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who
will roam in search of warmth Two hands come together to pray for greater yields Two poles of a compass guided by a field In the mind of every man
[Verse 1:] Boy, these are crazy times It nearly blows my mind living In this messed up world You're not the one to blame But if it's all the same
tranquility where the.. river flows and the fields are golden oooh coooome on boom here to rock ya boom never stop, no boom I'll free your mind, yeah
On a journy ill My mind floats astray Over withered fields I cross the river This shortness of breath Between birth and grave Fading in the distance
our fate Bloodsucker selling hope to the hopeless Newborn messiah or the devil incarnate? Surrounded by a field of lost souls These feeble minds - so
Reflecting on what’s been Though past will be future When again yesterday to be made For me hazy times, fume all around Burning grass in a field of endless
be on my way. [Chorus] Now I've got my head right. I can finally say good bye To all the lies,and the lonely nights So Focused Now I've made up my mind
understand Now look at the world and see how the humans bleed As I sit up here and wonder 'bout how you sold your mind, body and soul Looking at the fields
Off in the distance, a clan of ape-like creatures gather near a cliff side. But I am the first to stand. I must be..." [Neil Morse, Mark McCrite] In fields
high Steadily on giant wings in a box formation Now the killing begins I comence a run-in from astern Six barrel's of mind sound Trailing smoke the
last No thoughts, No mind To rot Behind A trail of disasters A final curse Abandoned hearse We ride disowned Corroded to the bone The fields of green
jam Turn that shit up, play it again That's the joint, that's the jam Turn that shit up, play it again" Let your body collide to the rhythm provided By the mind
