my way I look to the future and live day to day Three doors to go through I only want the one that leads to you They say there's three doors to go through
way i look to the future and live day to day three doors to go through i only want the one that leads to you they say there's three doors to go through
over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades... Through white glades as his winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors Within vast
got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so I called her I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter (twamp dog): Peniles at my door, three
check one] My life's not right [check two] My life's not right [check three] Are you ready? [El-P] (you know this was supposed to be for my album though...?) [Vast
Bodeg, holdin' drama A.K. Spoke like, ?As salaam a opaque? Chokin' vodka mixed with O.J. Wig splits, mad quick, spinnin' three six oh ways C 4 blew the door
played golf, wooo I did pretty good too, I think you would have been very proud of me Four. Five. Six Seven I don't like sports very much There's a vast
your eyes Last night in a restless dream Awaking out of green field blue seas stars Your eyes arose like the spectres of flowers I turned out the light and clicked fast the door
the back page of an RC comic Built it in three days and thought about starky comics My gills call the east river rock bottom home in three eyed guppies
his attendants finally managed to prise open the stone door of the vast central catacomb, which had, I'm told, inexplicably shut fast behind his three
over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as his winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors Within vast
of old poison gas and obsolete germs bombs, just as a freak tornado cruised through ... yes, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon when little howard
-litten windows see vast forms that move fantastically to a discordant melody while like a rapid, ghastly river through the ever open door
such sky oriented people Geared to changing weather I'm floating off in time I'm floating off, I'm floating off in time When I was three feet tall And
such sky oriented people- Geared to changing weather ... I'm floating off in time I'm floating off I'm floating off in time When I was three feet tall
over drear decay Lent a violent surge to their serenades Through white glades as His winged parade Bent to silhouette and to sharpen dull razors Within vast
