Stand and rise and before your eyes The lions will appear And when they do they'll be filling you With all the lies you will need to hear Mr. politician
A verdict heard by the jury's word, they're lying I watch as the victims of the slave ships battle with the demons inside But no wrong ever righted or
On a cold night in a hotel in New Orleans Came the final blow And somehow, somewhere we lost sight In our search for that pot of gold And all that happened
Living off the friends we made, never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues, lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score, waking up
Alright Well, it's Friday night and I'm waiting On your call girl, like I do Am I wasting my time by this telephone line? Waiting on your call to come
Listen up, child, there's one thing I've got to make clear Yeah I do, you don't see it coming, hear it coming Acting like you know nothing About that
Like this I've never seen a woman, baby That looks quite the way you do The way you shake that thing now, honey Can't take my eyes off you The way you
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Broke my heart, lost my soul Adios, mi cora sole Spanish is the loving tongue Soft as music, light as spring It was a girl I learned it from Living down
on the tip of my tongue, yes they do There?s an easy way but hard to let them out, yes there is Sometimes words stay on the tip of my tongue, (tip of my tongue
me in many voices Make them all sound like one Let me see your sacred mysteries Reveal to me the unknown tongue Reveal to me the unknown tongue She
purple side I'm told from day to day Tales slipped from behind We're the guards of our mistakes Often running blind So the dreams that speak in tongues
he was a silver tongue devil, standing there waiting for a ride, looking for a one way out of this town and you know i couldn't let him down. so i
matchmaker calls hand in hand With a catch of the day I'll rise to the bait But it'll still be more than a heart can take More than feeling great More than a tongue
I can't believe it, Talking to people, That cowboys and indians, Are taking control It really was a wild one, But somebodys coming A lot of fast
Thank you for the time Like a razor kiss my wound Cut me to open I'm ready to use Bring the newer ending sense I need the comfort of a stranger Eighteen
I think I bit my tongue today No sign of blood but this taste won't go away Even if a wound does heal Its scar might never fade Unwelcome words can pierce
? I need a little more luck than a little bit 'Cause every time I get stuck, the words won't fit And every time that I try to get tongue tied I need