He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way. He had a boogie style that no one else could play. He was the top man at his craft, but then his number
It's ninety-three degrees, and the radio says a storm front's movin' in. Sure is hot. There's a double feature down at the Fox, but everybody's seen it
Here comes the rose, looking mighty fine. Here comes ol' nancy, walking right in time. Here comes the stripper, bringing on the night. Here come the boys
Got my mother's eyes and my father's hair Does anybody really care? It's gettin' cold out here Well, I keep walkin' with my head held high With my head
Well, I'm leavin' my family, leavin' all my friends My body's at home, but my heart's in the wind Where the clouds are like headlines upon a new front
I saw her today at the reception A glass of wine in her hand I knew she was gonna meet her connection At her feet was a footloose man And I said, you
Too much, too fast maybe I don't know where my destiny's taking me So I'll go wherever it leads me Too high, too low baby I wanna know where my destiny
* background vocals [Intro: Killah Priest] Up and down Didn't I say niggas gotta come ready for more? Father forgive us for we know not what we do Ain
In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody wants to be an MC In the year three thousand and thirty Everybody want to be a DJ In the year three thousand
Ancient Forces From The Tomb Behold The Power The Full Moon Dichotomy From Outer Space Dominates The Human Race Makes Things Die And Makes Things Grow
In the autumn of my madness when my hair is turning grey for the milk has finally curdled and I've nothing left to say When all my thoughts are spoken
What is this that I feel and what is this that I fear? In these arms that whored out amongst the worms That mate in these fields From pressure to pain
A rock through a window never comes with a kiss Rhyme and a reason never argue with a fist There's a time for discussion and a time for a fight It's the
God put a heart in the body of a man Beating in chaos with no defense Always begging mercy from the blue sky above Hiding his sins but heaven knows.
[Bonus track] Again they buried an old miner The poisoned stocks of stone in sight The wind was sick from dust They all knew that it would settle overnight
only the righteous kiss those lips too much guessing too much "need to believe" this is madness madness why should i suffer when i can't see your eyes
Evil minds grievous sins Pagan lives have no place for law Twisted worship exhume the dead Minds unite for evil cause Death corrodes the book once strong
Come to me, lord of filth Hear my cries princes of nightmares Touch us with your morbid lips Let us taste your foulness Bleed for the devil Impious mortal