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Still blue, man he was Silence falls in the saloon crowd, As he heads for the street and runs It ain't the first time, it ain't the first time He's been shot Ca... - Das Plague
Everyone agreed that they were out of place there The town itself A town without pigeons Without trees Without gardens Out our citizens work hard solely with th... - Hunger Like Numb Toes On An Olso Sidewalk
Lying awake in my attic room A clock struck six, a clock struck, I am inexperienced But i can do whatever you give me to do, Where does this ship go? I will do ... - I Might Have Shed A Tear For Him, But He's No Depardieu
He stepped right out of his shoes and kept walking into the green sunset The twisted carcasses of slain ice dwarts, icicles forming on their stringy white bears... - The Graduate Walks With A Distant Gait
Get this bus moving, Get it moving, Get this bus moving Still trying to catch her breath Still trying to catch her breath, She turned her face to look at him, B... - The Tropics Of Cancer, Capricorn And A Smashed Face
Not a crumb of dirt anywhere We are all alone here and we are dead Not a crumb of dirt anywhere We are all alone here and we are dead I am a prophet: more calam... - The Truth Of The Matter Is I Am Satan And On The Guitars We Have The Devils This Is Devil Music
Have The Devils This Is Devil Music I quite fancy, being a famous public figure I quite fancy the role I find it necessary Hitherto satirical Hitherto satanical... - This Charade Has Lasted Well Past The Curtains Fall
It's curtains for universality, the applause has faded away, and with that damp musty smell, we're left staring at days, hours, weeks, of irreductible silence s... - We Only Fuck To Black Sabbath Vol 4
Bring me the wizard, Being me the master of the science of signs, Bring me the wizard, Bring me the wizard, Bring me the master of the science of signs Dance to... - We've Built Our Tombs Now Were Sleeping In Them
We mowed our ways Into cemetaries We've earmarked suburbs We've earmarked morgues Paris is alive Parisians in all the streets Paris is alive We turn the pages o... - With Horses In Her Eyes, She Spat Like A Wildcat
She took the whip, Tried to give him a cut across the face, She spat like a wildcat Her eyes were icy blue as he fell to the ground, Eyes filled with ice, she s...
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