And all the stones I've thrown they come back twice as strong. And all the stones i've thrown, tell me that nothing lasts And all stones you've thrown
But lust it sets in, and crush your chest in for dust your destined, if drugs are let in Enough to nest in, probably make you punch your best friend
Jesus can you help us klaim our soul bekauze we're searchin' 4 peace Searchin' 4 peace dear Lord can you help me [help me{echos'z}] [Got great surrenity
I hope you know Little B the reason see you creepin' baby But what are you really seekin' Are you weak, don't believe in me, believe in Jesus I'm a
but here in hell we'll stay our Bible is our music, and tha guitar is our Lord vicious licks and broken picks we are the evil horde the bleedind heart of Jesus
I was looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it I thought of my friends who had
name is Satan, hi everybody! Ahh, let me tell you a little about myself My friends all call me old scratch and I am a Capricorn My turn ons are romantic
looking for an end to this, for some kind of closure Time moved so rapidly, I had no hope of keeping track of it And I thought of my friends who had
believe in what she cannot see She does but only half heartedly I've heard some say that Jesus lives I've heard some say that He's not coming back My friend
got to work to stay alive Forty hours, from 9 to 5 We don't get the same things All my gangster friends, yeah And all my skater friends (What they want
, With the high heavens. Secretly developing a brand new pedigree, specialty, a better me. I essentially, must defeat what is left of me?the evil me.
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your ass in I have to tell these niggas time and time again Bitch, I ain't your fuckin' friend I'll do your
So we say life's a game But a game is something you can lose If you choose not (what) Or a have Yahweh as your friend With Jesus by my side against all
he said drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke and eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that jesus broke this
of cows and aliens, and then I went up on the ship, and Scott Baio gave me pinkeye! Stan: What the hell are you talking about! Mr. Garrison: There are
are sinking low I grab another beer because it's time to go I feel my head burst, I head out to the car And I pray to Jesus Christ but you won't get
They call me lyrical...Jesus They call me lyrical...Jesus I'm only second to...Jesus I'm only lyrical...Jesus Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
