I could hardly believe it When I heard the news today I had to come and get it straight from you They said you were leavin' Someone's swept your heart
pictures of a girl Lying half-naked in a stream She was so fall of life Yet in one moment killed by a knife Will somebody tell me What's it all supposed
I.Berlin) Supper time I should set the table 'Cause it's supper time Somehow I'm not able 'Cause that man of mine Ain't coming home no more Oh, supper
Oh you speak the words locked in my breast But it's late for me, let an old man rest One more black and tan on the barricade To keep me safe from loving
each other Die together How could we deny what feels so right We will live forever Love each other Kill each other Isn't that the way that life's supposed to be Supposed
Gaudi the master himself 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell This last supper makes
' But we made up like we always do 'cause you love me And I love you And we're supposed to do that now and then O' we're supposed to do that now and
Cause he knows how much I've suffered Lord, I'd like to have a picture of the last supper Cause tonight he's comin' home to the last supper He'll
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy you
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supposed to be This is how it's supposed to be Maybe it's trapped in a jar Something we've already seen Maybe it's nowhere at all Maybe this is how it's supposed
Cent] Ahh man You know where the niggas be at right? Take me to 'em [Chorus- 50 Cent] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed
feet And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck The Last Supper [Hook: Pastor Troy] The last niggas, the last supper The last bad muthafuckers
night I ask my wife what she'll cook Sputter supper Sputter supper She smiles to me and answers short "I got our neighbour in my pan" Sputter supper Sputter supper
Open casket funeral A catholic tribulation A cold last supper Well, it's only up to you Dreary dead disciples A prostitute Eve A dirty shroud in Turin
You're not supposed to be human You're not supposed to really feel Not supposed to get involved With anything completely real Fifteen families starving
With a swoosh of my wing We're going to take over your world - the first supper Will you feel the power from my empire, the first supper You must listen
bright. Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly, the seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand. ...And its hey babe your supper