the pond I knew that the ice grew weaker each day But still took the risk and kept haulin away One evening in April bound home with a load my mare showed
L.A. swine with a passion GEE cuzz my pops was killed by the fucking L.A.P.D. Yes they killed my daddy! Yup they killed my daddy! And if I don't blast
Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker) snowman in full effect so play the odds out till April the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
the sound of alarms Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own This faith is coming with me Days go by weary as we sleep April has become the numbing heart
from the dead With the burning leaves of autumn If only for one last chance That all of whom have been defeated To put on my father?s wool coat To smell my
! [Chorus: April S. Williams] Ain't no stoppin what we done Don't give up this fight is won There's no way they can hold us down Cause with power and
a dead chill And it blows through my bones, I?m in company of ghosts It?s April 17th, 1843, and I?ve just crossed the desert With the sunset on my back
I wear my pride on my sleeve like a bracelet If God had an iPod, I'd be on his playlist My phrases amazes the faces in places The favourite, huh My cup
things I say are true Understood sadly by a chosen few April 2029 the final time The end my friend is not near The hour in fact is quite hear When
to the sound of alarms Delicate and caving in Drenched in my own This faith is coming with me Days go by weary as we sleep April has become the numbing heart
don't front like you don't know what my name is Before I start diving up in that ass like Greg Louganis That's not my number one AMOS You take my style
with poor Kit on the pond I knew that the ice grew weaker each day But still took the risk and kept haulin away One evening in April bound home with