Jethro Tull lyrics
Jethro Tull lyrics
"Glory Row lyrics"
The Streets Ain't Safe lyrics
What up Welcome to New Orleans Where police are corrupt And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21 But see
What up Welcome to New Orleans Where police are corrupt And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21 But see
It's an old profession
of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
button out, button in.
The tall General will mine
a few bridges tonight,
stroking soft machinery.
Fanfare at dawn
courting green steel
lined up for World War One
(Two, Three, Four).
I
The Darkness lyrics
i am the darknesswho carrieth away soulsi am the endiam the endno miseryno paini am the ancient onewho openeth the doorst's an old profession
of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
on a landscape with no trees.
The tall General points
to the distance ---
disconnects his power supply.
Writes a stiff note to his nearest
and dearest ---
he takes the battle plan
and contemplates hi
The tall General
flies by the seat of history.
The tall General
is crossing.
The tall General
he thinks inevitability.
The tall General
is definitely crossing.
With spit and with polish ---
time for desperate measures.
The pain in the forehead
from hold
of life on the rim
of the convenient alliance.
Out on the rim ---
let me out on the rim.
The tall General will walk
across the compound
with his briefcase and I.D.
Later they'll post him
seemingly missing ---
he's gone to be a Generalski.
i am the darknesswho carrieth away soulsi am the endiam the endno miseryno paini am the ancient onewho openeth the doors
of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
on a landscape with no trees.
The tall General points
to the distance ---
disconnects his power supply.
Writes a stiff note to his nearest
and dearest ---
he takes the battle plan
and contemplates hi
Speedfreak lyrics
Got to hurry, got to hurry I don't believe you worry Take it back, take it back You know you can't do that Don't want no sle
fly.Got to hurry, got to hurry I don't believe you worry Take it back, take it back You know you can't do that Don't want no sle
The tall General
flies by the seat of history.
The tall General
is crossing.
The tall General
he thinks inevitability.
The tall General
is definitely crossing.
With spit and with polish ---
time for desperate measures.
The pain in the forehead
from hold
Faith lyrics
Well I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body I know not everybody has got a body like you. But I've got to thin
ng up to the pressuresWell I guess it would be nice if I could touch your body I know not everybody has got a body like you. But I've got to thin
of life on the rim
of the convenient alliance.
Out on the rim ---
let me out on the rim.
The tall General will walk
across the compound
with his briefcase and I.D.
Later they'll post him
seemingly missing ---
he's gone to be a Generalski.