the crown. Keep in mind, you must have the faith. Living for one's dying fate. Remember not to blink an eye. Because the crown will not cease to
hit me with the one and two, the he-hi-into hits you with a brand new issue, shoot chorus: ooooohhhhh, the celemental evelvation the source of soulful exploration yaaaaah today they crown
breath of my thoughts. Feltering hope becomes my command. Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the throne, the sceptre and the cloakwoven out of blood. Is the crown
the pig goes... And the crow goes caw!, I guess it was alive You can see all this On the Mounted Animal Nature Trail The Mounted Animal Nature Trail
You corpse animators, charcoal burners, moulders of wax, adherants to the Seen The Black Hand pushes Your- agnostic reflex You- automatons Of- the animatronic
civilians But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown Amongst animals
Commander of this shit They call me Russell Crowe I'll never love a ho So I'll wear a rubber bro If I have a kid I'll get disowned by my mother yo On
I lift you up, never let you down I'll be the jester and you'll be the crown We're instinctively impulsive, we're animals A body like yours should be
all We didn't start the fire advancing on the Israelites, terrorist for animal rights, ununited generation, love is just a hippie notion, Queen Mother
blastin civilians But skull-white from cycles of the psycho children Millions in the revenue, what we seek in these avenues Steady breakin down crumbs for the Royal Crown Amongst animals
singing] Y'all can't, we can Fall down it's the army - STAND UP! We came to snatch the crown [singing] And our whole click will Fuck around it's the army
this, free from this fighting Free like animals Beauty reflecting the sunlight Mountains crowned with snow I marvel at valleys in bloom Stand in awe of mother
crowd [c) Mother (The Post War Dream / Thin Ice)] [Mike Baker:] Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb [Gary Wehrkamp:] Tell Me true, Tell me why [Mike Baker:] Mother
black banger Nah, I'd rather slap you with a loud, or then back nigga So fall back, like a clapped animal, trapped in a cage With taser shot to it's
a needle Since the leader were leadin My get even stevens leavin' Lots a starvin marvins bleedin' Your receiving the secret they keeping deep in the basement Beneath Chino the demon Screaming beating up mother
