Wait a minute my friend
Don't pass me up for dead
As
Emperor's new horse
Take five
You're the emperor's new horse
You don't smel
You're a righteous child, got a tear tattooed on your
Four crows nailed to a wooden post
Bleed upon a barren
I look inside your black heaven
I see your naked altar
Ooh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, well, well, well
Stick it in your
Owe, owe, owe
Sittin' on a mountain, looking at the sun
Plastic
Ashes And Ghosts
by Cult, The
Album :
Submitted
Yeah
Ooh now baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
Hey there people, have
Bad fun sister, time to go
Life's too short, on with
It's funny how people stare
When your back's against the wall
It's
Black night baby
Past the midnight hour, yeah
All around me, all
To be free
Like the birds and the bees, yeah
To be
Drag me back
And drag you back
And drag you back
Drag you
A fugitive has been away so long
A thousand years and
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