Midnight at the glamor show on Sunday night Everybody drink a lotta whiskey and wine We dance like no tomorrow, we're on burlesque time But everybody'
Early man walked away as modern man took control. Their minds weren't all the same, to conquer was his big goal, So he built his great empire and slaughtered
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Verse 1 Now I hear they say its quiet before the storm And it would be over, before you know it There I can see a ray of light through the dark So imma
There's a whole lot of people suffering tonight From the disease of conceit Whole lot of people struggling tonight From the disease of conceit Come right
I'm not cocky, I just love myself, bitch Mirror, mirror on the wall Who's the flyest bitch of them all? Never mind I am That bitch is so fucking pretty
And I wonder Where do you get your inspiration? Where do you find your motivation? And what motivates me to hold your hand? And I don't want you to see
I watch them at our gigs With an A on their backs The A stands for arrogance 'coz respect they surely lackI watch them at our gigs With an e on their
(joe perry, charlie farren) When you walk like an old man Your gonna get treated like an old man But when you walk like a young man Your gonna get treated
sometimes I wish it would never end sometimes I wish I couldn't care sometimes I feel like I'd never see you again take a walk on an autumn night inhale
Early man walked away As modern man took control Their minds weren't all the same To conquer was their goal So he built his great empire And he slaughtered
Tonight i'll drown In the eye of my lover If i empty my hands I'll hold everything I've given up my will Now you can take it all from me Or you can leave
Maybelline Queens with plastic faces. Modeling their hips and their lips. Bleed yourselves again 'cause your beauty is only skin deep. Following your
I cannot speak of what I feel And yet I feel so much I know that woman's arms can heal me Like an angel's touch She says she likes the accent She thinks
(K. Green) Oh, it's raining, it's pouring the old man is snoring I'm inspired by the rain It's raining, it's pouring the mirror man is snoring I'm inspired
J'assemble chaque matin des pieces de ma vbie Je rassemble des sourires a montrer aux gens Pour paraitre bien aimable Parce qu'au fond je boite, la tete
Early man walked away as modern man took control Their minds weren't quite the same, to conquer was his goal Built his great empire and slaughtered his
Deep within my bleeding heart Stranded by the hold of fear Agony takes a final role Sipping the dew of tears Thorns and rites idols of false Tearing apart