way I do not want to live in pain Another fool in history I'll tell you what it means to me It's nothing but lobotomy It's nothing but an angry sea Striking
way I do not want to live in pain Another fool in history I'll tell you what it means to me It's nothing but lobotomy It's nothing but an angry sea striking
, The one you thought would span the years, So perfectly placed below the mirror Arriving late, you clean the debris and walked into the angry sea; It
Haiti, mon pays Wounded mother I'll never see Ma famille, set me free Throw my ashes into the sea Mes cousins jamais nes Hantent les nuits de Duvalier
I cried and begged for mercy kneeling there upon the ground A pardon I was granted, my sinful soul set free No more to fear the angry waves upon life's stormy sea
no one to tell so I didn't telephone That place is just another big unknown to me That place is just another big unknown to me The sea made angry faces
Tiny boat on an angry sea Sails torn and tattered How could Jesus be fast asleep Like it doesn't matter? Soon as He opens His eyes The storm just dies
teeth are marking the passing of time A cloud falls; a bird shivers and sings, its beak stained with night Pure gold: the dark is waiting, the darkness is hungry, The deep is angry
been My mother lifts me up to her huge soft breast Her nipple like a berry both hard and brown Her eyes look on me like waves of the sea And with small
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side Fearing the very worst they called his mother to the sight Upon the ledge beside him His mother made a last
grab a tiger by the tail I would make fun of a boxing champion's mother But my courage and my bowels both would fail I would fight off a bunch of angry
across the sea Always, your mother will watch over you As you avenge this wicked deed And then, that fateful night We had you in our sight After twenty months at sea
place From cali the quake state, shit is real in l.a. These days, a fine line between performer and fan On air, sea, or land, dilated expand Rapid candid
soul possessed him An institute of misery, in a painful sea of darkness And from inside his tortured mind, cruel, bleak and heartless An angry mob was
On the very first decade that we got to dream in Our fathers were angry, our mothers were screamin' At the clothes we were wearin' and the music we got
my love, As you go [FATHER] As you go [TATEH] As you go [MOTHER] Journeying [FATHER] Journeying [TATEH] Journeying [MOTHER] On the sea. [FATHER] On the sea [TATEH] On the sea
a sailor out on the sea A beggar, thief or a rich man A gunman mercenary A one legged crook An Armenian cook As long as my mother's with me Mother Fist never gets angry Mother
