might understand...me Hello again sweet mother Do you still love me the way you used to So sorry I didn't turn out The way you always wanted me to Hello again
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just might understand...me Hello again sweet mother Do you still love me the way you used to So sorry I didn't turn out The way you always wanted me to Hello again
We spilled genetically modified canola seed That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil
spilled genetically modified canola seed That was genetically modified for controlling the weeds And for big old yields and margarine oil, raised hell all over that native prairie soil
Nowhere to run No place left to hide Nowhere to run No place left to hide I just can't believe it What a waste What the hell has gone on here This devastated
and we gave them hell The feeling's dry and the chains will tell Manors and sand and seas and land with the winds to come And we rose again to win the
Put on your yamulke It's time for Chanukah Once again it's onaka The miracle of Chanukah Chanukah is the Festival of Lights One day of presents? Hell
sets unnoticed again. In a hell of gray, a flood of locrian noise, full of deafening rain, sings the song of the storm: "Welcome to a hell in the darkness
Put on your yarmulke Here comes Chanukah Once again it's onaka The miracle of Chanukah Chanukah is the festival of lights One day of presents, hell no
or not, like what you got You're under the soil (The soil, the soil) Yes, deep in the soil (The soil, the soil, the soil, the soil) So we'll end with
ascend Sail away with the sun To never feel my touch again Free once more to raom in hell This lonely world represents hell Solitude shares the pain
of the flesh Darkness and a hell of chaos Violence upon the soil of sorrow Hellspawned and eternal fire On the bloodred fiels of forthcoming terror Again
war Chaos - On a violent soil Tomorrow never know your final hell We feed our lust with greed and hate The sirens of war will peal again Blood turns
and you'll deserve it too New York is number one today in the house I analyze, people call me El so son catch it MC's be disillusioned as hell, them
Cuddled through a cold womb he was Pitch black and without sunshine rays Hell patiently awaiting him on blood spilled soil A noble grief stirred heart
