Eight Line Poem
The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky
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Where Y’all At?
[Chorus] Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where where them gangsters at? Where them dimes at? Where them gangsters at? Where
Hammer, Stirrup & Anvil
Our Glorious Leader Declares by decree: 'The music of the Glorious State from this time on will be Square-jawed and dreary For the good of us all.' Hammer, stirrup and anvil under state control My name
Agnus Dei
De mutilation En soustraction Agnus dei Te voir en chair J'en perds la t?te De mutilation En convulsion Te voir ici Quelle h?r?sie Les bras m'en tombent De mutilation En g?nuflexion Excommuni?e J'ai les pieds et Les poings li?s De mutilation En extr?me onction Agnus dei Moi l'impie Je
Semper Fi
He sat in that long line of barber chairs And the sergeant asked him "Son, would you like to keep your hair?" He said "Yes sir" as he heard those clippers buzz
Verofalso (Remix)
Vero che ti amo ancora vero che ti ho tradita falso ? stato un gioco falso io li' non c'ero vero che sei la sola vero che ti ho ingannata falso se non mi credi giuro sulla