Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl But she doesn't have a lot to say Her Majesty's a pretty nice girl But she changes from day to day I wanna tell her
I try when there is no such thing And hide rejecting, rejecting Reaching for a handful (Yet still the pain goes on) Reaching for a handful (Yet still
Surely no greater King has ever lived No one with the love and kindness Strength and courage of King Raam Surely no greater King has ever lived No one
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And then, came an angel Who had a bright key And he opened the coffins And set them all free Then, down a green plain Leaping, laughing they run And
You came from DunLaoghaire town where the ferry waits to go Where the wind blows so cold but not so gently off the sea You came from DunLaoghaire town
(Crowd cheering) [Mr. Majesty] This is Mr. Majesty representin' on behalf of the 7th Sign Regime (Laughs) (Yea, yea, yea, 7th Sign Regime representin
Zu wenig zum Leben zu viel zum Sterben, in einem kA¶niglichen Land. Sie hA¶rten den Ruf der Wildnis und sind ihm gefolgt. Es war einmal, aber nicht
Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she doesn't have a lot to say Her majesty's a pretty nice girl but she changes from day to day I wanna tell her that
Suburban life ain't what it seems Suburban life, the American dream Suburban life, so pretty and clean Suburban life ain't what it seems The big A, little
This is the room, the start of it all No portrait so fine only sheets on the wall I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain And the bodies
Comin' through this business of life [Incomprehensible] needed to Ain't so funny when things ain't feelin' right Daddy's hand helps to see me through
Yo, man I got some sick ass shit I got all kinds of Bongs, I got fuckin' I got paramaxes, I got Graffix, I got all the dope shit I got superbowls, I got
Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud O.C. late night, rollin' in the V-Dub Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sack All I learn
State of California, finds you guilty, guilty Although, I did them no wrong, they laid a trap for me Although, I did them no wrong, they dug a pit for
My mission the commission of the dishin' out for facts 'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face
Now don't get me wrong The 10 Commandments is cool See, once upon a time I too, believed in the golden rule But the mere nation dwindle, so the saute
Life ain't what it seems It aint no fucking dream So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean When I drink booze put a crown on my