Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folks of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah
The lady with the torch in her hand Stood in the bay on a cold grey dawn Stood in the bay and looked out upon her troubled land. The lady looked over
Yeah It's funny how the game change, right? Hehe Shit feel all different Y'all niggaz complainin left and right about how the game feel all fucked up
Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned
The night club was burning From the torch singer's song And the sweat was floodin' her eyes The catwalk squeaked 'Neath the bartender's feet And the smoke
I miss your smell and your style And your pure abiding way Miss your approach to life And your body in my bed Miss your take on anything And the music
You're design was flawed from the fucking start And this whole time spent convincing You said you believed in me Your only son so hurt to realize your
C'etait une fille de quinze ans, Grand Dieu, qu'elle etait amoureuse Son pere la fit mettre a la cour pour y passer ses plus beaux jours Son amant la
Before we start this We've got a moment Let's go over this One more time You take the left side I've got the right Keep your head low And sights in line
Dead dreams, false hopes Broken ambition Your wretched lies and crooked disguise Reek of insincerities and life's passing you by Past your fake front
Bring a torch, Jeanette, Isabella Bring a torch, come swiftly and run Christ is born, tell the folk of the village Jesus is sleeping in His cradle Ah,
This planet?s old, cold, dead, and crashing into us. You gotta know I?m no ?End of Days? man. That piece doesn?t go. Just tug at the frayed ends. Pull
Misguided satellite I circle by habit, can?t find my orbit to save my life I want to fall, I want to burn, like an ignorant craterless meteorite
Paint them with napalm, it?s easier said than done. Yet they wont back down. chemical warfare, sea is red, raining blood. war is beautiful. New
This little piggy runs on electricution. burn your lips with my sweet transfusion. I will be your mentor. with lights out reveals what little piggy
Slice up, no, further down. you could imply... rat out the boy (x3) sea site, hole, your retreat. you could imply... rat out the boy (x3) safe from
Step back, your mission is a crime. maybe you?ll know what?s mine. healthy phase and no one?s harmed, who will believe the wrong? make your wishes
You and I burn me to ash, set me to earth. we are joined, burn me to ash, set me to earth. there is no option, I get the last word (x2)