m standing on the edge And close my eyes To this world of lies My will is broken It's the end of all my dreams My soul yearns For the valley of the queens
cold in Alaska And all the music down in Tennessee All the tea in China, can't take you from me The highest mountains, the greenest valleys And all the stars
Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We're raisin' hell like a class when the lunch bell rings The king will be praised and hell will be raised S-
, be you, be mom's mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hair Be aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energy Be a four star ghetto general, be no one
up she goes come Josephine Daughter of the stars, ZR5, Graf Zeppelin We are flying... In the valley of the morning sun, All is lost, all is one consider
matter what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on And
, verbose; an attempt at getting close to Where he came from. In the doorway of the stars, between blandford street And mars; Proposition, deal. flying
what yer doing if you start givin' up If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand holdin' on And the
spring, the armies of Mytos K'unn begin their march northwards, and news of the advance of the Witch-Queen's forces into Blackhelm Vale, the valley known
to die Boyfriends disappeared, and so did the queen HIV in her bloodstream, girl died ay 19 damn [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now Lord I know, I'm in the valley
the cold in Alaska, and all the music down in Tennessee All the tea in China, can't take you from em The highest mountains the greenest valleys All the stars
[Run-D.M.C.] Kings from Queens from Queens come Kings We're raisin hell like a class when the lunchbell rings The king will be praised, and hell will
Into The Wild Blue Yonder (Crawford), O Mein Papa (Paul Burkhard), Over The Rainbow (Harburg/Arlen), Star-Spangled Banner (Smith/Key), Suite: Judy Blue Eyes (Stephen Stills)] One
just a one-line joker in a public bar. And it seems there's no-body left for tennis; and I'm a one-band-man. And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred
