Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells All seem to say throw cares away Christmas is here, bringing good cheer To young and old, meek and the bold Ding
Chanting my name Chanting my name Welcome all to curtain call At the opera Raging voices in my mind Rising from the orchestra Welcome all to curtain call At the opera
my voice in one combined; the phantom of the opera is there inside my/your mind. Voices: He's there the phantom of the opera. Beware the phantom of the opera
Princess of lust Dignity put to dust A virginal sight Their apple to bite Drink from my thighs The rain of lies A sight so cursed Breasts which never
Открой мне сердце своё прошу, Тобой дышу, я тобой живу. Я здесь, как будто вторая тень, Минута рядом с тобой как день. Твои глаза, лишь холодный лёд,
Слишком был я беспечен, Падал быстро на дно. Я поставил все на "нечет", А в итоге - "зеро". Не ищу ответа, постигаю суть В жизнь, играя как в рулетку...
Припев: лови изи Мани, спускай их вместе с нами. Нам ни к чему грани. Ведь это изи мани! Распорядись деньгами, пусть жизнь
I've been around the way I've been around the block I got the keys to the city if the gates are locked And a freak like me ain't ‘bout to stop I got a
Sun God get 'em I stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogs That's why lead the call, they moving up on us But them G's on the corners, move when I
he made you.. [chorus x3] [outro: hell razah] The final saga of the street operas Of the street operas The final saga of the street operas
If only you, could let me in I know that love, it would begin If only I could rap to you I know this love would capture you, yeah Don't you wanna ride
I've been around the way I've been around the block I got the keys to the city if the gates are locked And a freak like me ain't bout to stop I
voice, In one combined The Phantom of the Opera is there Inside your/my mind Offstage voices: He's there, the Phantom of the Opera Beware the Phantom of the Opera
Soap Opera
Economics shut the furnace down Bull Connor hosing children down George Wallace stared them Yankee's down In Birmingham Take a left on the interstate
Looking out the window The trees are getting closer it seems Thinking 'bout you, darling Adding up the cost of these dreams Strapped to this projectile
Don't know why they even bother Putting this highway on the map Anybody's that's ever been on it Knows exactly where they're at It's hells on both ends
Can my brother sit in? Can my brother sit in? Well, there's a hole in the band And as a favor to Cassie We'll let her brother come and jam If he ain'