Fool's Mate
Hammill Peter lyrics
Hammill Peter lyrics
"The Institute Of Mental Health, Burning Lyrics"
Put it On Me Lyrics
hoo.com (Ja Rule) Where would I be without my baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wan
hoo.com (Ja Rule) Where would I be without my baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wan
It was the first day of July;
no wind breathed in the sky
when a pin-striped suit
saw that the Institute of Mental Health was burning.
He stood upon the corner
where the sun was warmer...
looking across the street,
he moved the shackles on his
Supreme Knowledge Domain Lyrics
Emerging through outside tunnels Ethereal translucence... majestic infinity Parallel cosmoses... astral plane! Ancestral domini
feetEmerging through outside tunnels Ethereal translucence... majestic infinity Parallel cosmoses... astral plane! Ancestral domini
as the Institute was burning.
Flames were roaring, singing like a thunderstorm;
smoke was pouring straight up to the sky;
windows smashing, Gothic doors and lintels fall;
timbers crashing and we both know why.
Nobody else came by to stare;
Caliente Lyrics
Yo se quemarme en el fuego Yo se reir del dolor Yo se brindar por un sue?o Hasta que despierte el sol Pero cuando sue
you see, they didn't really care.Yo se quemarme en el fuego Yo se reir del dolor Yo se brindar por un sue?o Hasta que despierte el sol Pero cuando sue
Can't call the fire brigade -
none of them had been paid
and so the Institute was burning.
Throughout the city, people say it isn't pretty,
everyone agrees, and everyone feels glad;
doctored brains celebrate and everyone wave
Hobos And Kings Lyrics
And you see him by the railroad track each mornin Telling stories to the hobos sittin round And you wonder bout the past that
s their chains...And you see him by the railroad track each mornin Telling stories to the hobos sittin round And you wonder bout the past that
It's a pity they're all mad.
The Institute of Mental Health
spontaneously killed itself.
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust:
my chains began to rust
as the Institute was burning, burning, burning.
(Chris Judge Smith