be my fans That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan I got Gats from the future, see-through guns So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see
(traditional Scottish song) [Performed sometimes live at concerts] Harking is bonny and there lives my love My heart lies on him and will not remove
Let me tell you about it I wanna tell you about it Let me tell you I've been gone for so long Just wanna sing, sing my song I know you've been hearin
Fascination, I want you Fascination, I want you, I do Fascination chamber lands on the round that kills The art you hoped to mirror, life leaves blood
Torture chambers, secret passage ways, vats of acid.... and deadly vaults. Damn, it feels good to be back, like having a relapse. How the hell did he
on the edge way back Now I get money and stay black Some find it funny, others hate that Reason why the angers developed Put a shell up in the chamber
face 'til they faced it Hard to the dome like a chrome microphone I'm ba-ba-bad to the bone, to the bone Danger zone, that's my life an' my song Keep
gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene I can't sleep close my eyes I see wicked things (demons) I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
3-0-4 Rock caps til you can't take no more, it's war Prepare for darts, martial arts Let me shine keep me and mine, son of song Took too long, back throwin
here I come to save the day Yes stoppin the fuckin press, transform to mister mef See that logo on my chest, save a damsel in distress Hot shit, in the song
Tomorrow is chamber of sadness griefing for today, When the prophets break so unfeelingly the ray of my luck. And I my hand rear to you kissed by pain
coming into the blazing chamber I am reviewing myself in the flames of black art I can hear the plaintively singing of an unknown song of the night I
, I don't know why I stared death down in its chambers, baby, eye to eye If prison is a cell then it?s raging in my blood This is a song from the heart
coroner theft law from the bronx new york Holding a pitchfork for cream Eyes on high beam, 13 Cooking up coke, selling as dope fiends Now realise my anger as I craft my chamber
golden gates are open wide for the people all over the land A thousand dancing chandeliers shine in my lady's chamber My lord comes swaying through the
{I'll be next shit Party we will party along with me} Sing the song, sing the song with me Sing the song, sing the song with me B-b-baby, tell me why
of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life