It's the mystery of inequity Said it's the misery of inequity Said it's the history of inequity When it all, all falls down Telling you all, it all falls
Man, dawg, it's some bad bitches out here that'll (Make you do wrong) Whoa, go on girl (Make you do wrong) I know everybody gotta feel this Yeah, you
People All around me But I don't even Have a friend Lord knows I been trying And he knows I just can't win Everything I do Yeah Seems to turn Out
I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday All eyes hit me as I walked into the bar Inside then the guys were fooling in the denim dudes A couple
I got a notion, wanna start a commotion, Cause of bad ideas I Want to avoid in commotion, Gotta, get your attention with the, laugh of mention, cant
[Solo: SK] Accosted with temptation She pulls me to the floor Hypnotized by idols, I lust forevermore All flights of fantasy, and pleasure I do seek
There's a shred of guilt in every one of us And a pain we felt in watching you all suffer Now the time has come to make amends to everyone To pay the
Con una mente reprobada Cometiendo hechos anormales Intentan destruir La anatomia de un cuerpo Cuya cabeza los derroto Y los despojo vaciando Sus arterias
Heralds of Pestilence Blackest Plague Rusheth through the Land Burning Evil Winds Carry Sickness Invoking the Bitter Venom of the Gods Loathsome Sickening
{sing songy Chorus intro} It's the mystery of Inequity... Said it's the misery of Inequity... Said it's the history of Inequity... When it all... All
How will you measure your value? I have heard the scholars, they provide no truth. We've turned away from what we were meant to be, Trading in conviction
[Girl whining on telephone] [Chorus: Planetary] Be careful who you talk to The places that you walk through You never know when somebody is creepin',
Man dawg, it's some bad bitches out here that'll (make you do wrong) Whoa... go on girl (make you do wrong) I know everybody gotta feel this Yeah you
All will hear my voice Change the course of time My fury disrupts the world Reward me with wonders beyond my dreams So easy for me to believe So easy
[Tipton/Halford] I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday All eyes hit me as I walked into the door Then ??? and then the guys were fooling in
There is a shred of guilt in every one of us And a pain we felt in watching you all suffer Now the time has come to make amends to everyone To pay the