1. |
Naked Prey
04:20
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Black on black
Your tongue in my eye
A thousand nights a ride
I'm not going back
You're on the backseat of the car
and it looks like they know us...
They'd like to see it...
But this trick,
I can't do it anymore...
I never delt with it
I never really delt with us
We cradled a bloom
Raising along
the hollow fangs of her jaws
Leaving some feathers to fall
In a fight that was already lost...
At the sound of her law...
Drifting a little too far...
Black on black
A new exit to follow
Death makes Saints of us all
So fuckin' bruised and beautiful...
Black on black
A new city to swallow
Death makes Saints of us all
Just like Jesus in a brothel
Black on black
This naked machine's borrowed
Death makes Saints of us all
So fuckin' lazy and shallow
Black on Black
Your tongue in my eye
A thousand nights a ride
I'm not coming back
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2. |
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I don't know why
Far from the East
Far from the West
I don't know why
Far from the North
'cause the North is dead
I don't know why
Down in the South
they'd sell my flesh
I don't know why
So sorry mother
You'll never have another
Your son's a daughter
Guess I'm the sheep that's lost, Madre
Alright...I said yes, I am
I don't know why
A redneck smiles
on the fourth of July
Better run far from their sun
they'll never let you watch it burn
the pope could set his cross on fire
as long as I'm concern
Run far from their white flags
they stole it from the KKK
Run 'til the sun rolls upside down
right out of the USA
So sorry mother
You'll never have another
Your son's a daughter
Guess I'm the sheep that's lost, Madre
I don't know why
The hunt is on
'til the day I die
Guess I'm the sheep that's lost, Madre
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3. |
Tongue Of The Hunter
01:04
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4. |
Meredith
03:50
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I drop my guards
I fell in love with your motel
I'm addicted and I'm junked
Cherubic in the heat of your garden
Cast away between Good and Evil
Future's for the fallen
A cancer, a tumor
for the right hand of Love
and the left hand of Hate
is leaning and leaning
as the everlasting arm
Meredith, she plays with fire
Meredith, she burns like hell... baby
I like my colors red
In dreams I see you dead
I got bloodshot eyes
since I voted
for a suicide nation
I love the blood as
I can hate the rest
I'm confusion
to their master plan
I pray for the day, baby,
we will no longer exist
Meredith, she plays with fire
Meredith, she burns like hell... baby
On the sidewalks past midnight,
she's chasing angels for a fight
she's living like she'd love to die...
The night is young to get an easy ride
The sidewalks all lead to her
Come on down and take your turn
Bam-bam-be-loo-ma-be-lam-bam-bluuuurr
You're on your way, but you're never going home.
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Attack Of The Microphone Matane, Québec
2004-2012 / Non man, on fait pas du rap...
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