queen of the Silver Dollar home She arrives in all her splendour every night at nine o'clock And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down
, got to believe it Given the power of reason, yet throwing it all to the wind No solution in evolution, only the blood-stained glass A soul full of
enemies So Hallow's Eve As She received Like Bellona to the ball Those enemies Fell-sisters heaved Her torturies Cross stained flagstones To Her carriage
cawed canons on amassed enemies So Hallow's Eve As She received Like Bellona to the ball Those enemies Fell-sisters heaved Her torturies Cross stained
Trina on top and I know ya mad Top notch, off glass OK?! Who's bad?! [Chorus 4x] (Trick Daddy) Yo this T-double-D representing the Southside Down
call For she must never waken from her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down
her Crimson Sleep.. The monastery stood towering above the ruined city It shadowed all the new emerging settlements and homes To look down on the ruins
that faithful heart are you forever 19 Or are you a stranger without even a name Enclosed then forever behind a glass frame In an old photograph torn, battered and stained
laughing a bit too loud but that would never hurt no one come on virginia show me a sign send up a signal, i'll throw you the line the stained-glass curtain
chain is off Nigga, ecentric and I slowly blast with a axe, and a pump, and a goalie mask Leavin' stains of blood on your Rolie Glass When im in your
home She arrives in all her splendor every night at nine o'clock And her chariot is a cross-town bus that stops right down the block The ol' piano minstrel
died back in 1916, In that faithful heart are you forever 19. Or are you just a stranger without a name Enclosed behind some glass-pane In an old photograph, battered and stained
legs They're getting warmer toward the insides and their tops "The inexistence of time" is not a painting, it's life They're into robes and gloves, goblet glass and crosses
done but our culture continues its course sip poisoned wine from the chalice of one culture's way down the highways of progress we've paved crosses stand
[Z-Ro] They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo' They tell me keep my trigga
bit too loud Oh but that never hurt no one So come on Virginia show me a sign Send up a signal and I?ll throw you the line The stained-glass curtain
She arrives in all her splendor Every night at nine o'clock. And her chariot is the cross-town bus That stops right down the block. Then the old piano
tink di war soon done Intra tech run hot an it nuh cool down Nah lef mi strappings it's like it glue down Show mi di next target mi go shoot down Mi