Ten men stand in line Gates of the cemetery On Tuesday morning They're not open today And ten moms stand in line At maternity ward They're not bringin
Ten men stand in line At the gates of the cemetery on tuesday morning They're not open today And ten moms stand in line At maternity ward They're not
Preklad: The Flaming Lips. Štát vo fronte.
: Ten men stand in line At the gates of the cemetery on tuesday morning They're not open today And ten moms stand in line At maternity ward They're not
your back, my thoughts dwell In the dark black abyss, chase infinite kicks Rhymes over rhythm and spit hot flame from his lips I represent, the cream
my enemy I hate the cloud he's brought over my land There's no virtue in killing a man Neither is there virtue in being afraid to stand But I saw the black coats forming lines
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
good: I've been waiting far too long... I see their bodies in the pyre, Leaking black smoke into the flames. And all the people stand around, Shaping lips
good And I've been waiting far too long I see their bodies in the pyre Leaking black smoke into the flames And all the people stand around Shaping lips
For you, I'm gladly. Really in gladly. [Sergeant Fogarty] And mind that you don't say we beat you up when you at the witness stand. [Amos Hart] No,
the ground a pile of ashes The furnace stands triumphant over the mound The next in line, a young boy approaches And is assaulted by the flames Shooting
Chairs thrown and tables toppled Hands armed with broken bottles Standing no chance to win but We're not running, we're not running There's a point I
away and wrestle with my ego And with this flame You put here in this eskimo In this hitcher In this prisoner Of the fine white lines Of the white lines
on you for feeling this way You and your wily ways 'Cause I don't stand to gain a thing I give you all the room you need I fill in the gaps between your lines
casts them aside. THEY resume dancing, closer this time.) NORMA Ring out the old Ring in the new A midnight wish to share with you Your lips are warm
what I'm sayin'? But it all boils down to this, we talkin' lyrics Rhymes, line for line, numero uno Who the best? I don't know Check it Flame on, I
the scientific with every line of the rhyme Mozart of street rap, breaking the barriers Space harrier filled with forties and pit terriers Ready to mangle, anybody crossing the line
