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The Way
05:08
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My one
My lonely one
Why would you leave?
One by one I died a thousand deaths
But when the bullet comes, I will walk in the way
I will walk in the way.
"Kneel down.... heads down"
Who´ll watch who?
If you go first, your eyes will die pure
Pure as your heart,
Oh ´Hope´
But when the bullet comes, I will walk in the way
I will walk in the way
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Monkey
03:00
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I´m a demon, I´m a demon, I´m a reborn whore
I´m a junkie , I´m a junkie, I´m a junkie
A creature of the Lord, man I mean it
Shake me by the claw when you greet me
I don´t wanna die for what I believe in
I don´t wanna hide what I believe in
I will sympathise with what you´re feeling,
I´m a demon, I´m a demon, I´m a reborn whore
I´m a junkie , I´m a junkie, I´m a junkie
A creature of the Lord, man I mean it
Shake me by the claw when you greet me
I really love your style, beloved Leader
From bottom of the pile to bottom Feeder
Spin another line and I´ll believe in
Spin another line and I´ll believe in.....
I´m a heathen, I´m a reason for this big old brawl
Where´s the money, where´s the money, where´s the money?
While the moon smiles at me, at least with one face,
Will I take mercy on those who have none?
I really love your thighs and what´s between them
Tie them to my horns and let me eat them
I will sympathize with what you´re feeling
I´m a demon, I´m a demon, I´m a reborn whore
I´m a junkie , I´m a junkie, I´m a junkie
A creature of the Lord, man I mean it
Shake me by the claw when you greet me
Shake me by the claw when you greet me
I believe in, I believe I´ll kneel before my Lord
And say "Who´s the monkey, who´s the monkey, little monkey?"
This prison may be yours but I´m no prisoner
All but these four walls are my arena
I love your smile and what´s between us
Stay with me a while before they squeeze us
Look into my eyes and what´s beneath them
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Walking the Bardos
04:06
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Oh my Lord
One of us must die and one must depart
So on my sword, I have fallen for you in trade for my lover
But what you wanna do with my woman?
What you gonna do with my woman, my woman, my woman?
I am my father´s child
Bursting through my bones, I light up in blue
Flying over the Bardos, watching over her in all that you do
But what you gonna do with my woman, what you gonna do with my woman?
What you gonna do with my woman, my woman, my woman?
Before they carve us apart.....
Before they carve us apart.....
I´m so glad that I said "hi"
I will find the words that comfort your heart
I will find the words that comfort your heart
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The Trial
05:25
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There´s no disciples, no Holy Bibles, there´s no word
There is nothing in whatever you have heard
There´s no horror, no Gomorrah, there´s no grief
No respite, no parole and no relief
There´s no books, there´s no culture, there´s no titty bars
Where the women wear the trousers and buy whisky and the men all just sit around in their bras
There´s no wine, there´s no food, there´s no taste
There´s no years eating lines in to my face
There´s no jungle, there´s no desert, there´s no sea
There´s no moose, there´s no bunny, there´s no me
There is no way of knowing which God you should believe,
When they´re all gathered around your death bed, tugging at your sleeve
Saying "Please! Please! Pick me! Pick me!"
There´s no hunting, there´s no bunting, there´s no greed
There´s no stitching the wounds from which confetti bleeds
There´s no rhyme, there´s no reason, there´s no formulaic law
There´s nothing really for us to live for
There´s no sonnet, no poem, no Lennon, no Cohen,
No such thing as an ordinary man
There´s no end of the line without a rope
There´s no neck facing death with any hope
There´s no miaow, there´s no growl, there´s no roar
No struggle, no famine, no war
You can take a horse to water but you cannot make it drink
You can take a whore to bed but you cannot make her dream
You can take a horse to water but you cannot make it drink
You can take a whore to bed but you cannot make her dream
There´s no music with any guts or a little goddamn fucking soul
In this shit that they clean and then shovel down your hole
To all the idiots who play pauper and spew dribble for the cause
And to the jaws which have slacked to the point of dragging on the floor
I´m just telling like it is
Do you want me to tell you what there is?
There´s nothing but the loneliness we face
All us wanderers who are chained to this one place
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Her
05:46
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Come on park the car.....
(Fools)
Take what you want, your heart belongs to me
Take what you want your heart belongs to me
Skin white as a dove
Eyes blue as our love
(Fools)
Take what you want, your heart belongs to me
Take what you want, your heart belongs to me
Take what you want, your heart belongs to me
Killer as you are
I know who you are
Take what you want, your heart belongs to me
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