are gone? Though through with you We'll carry on We came and we conquered all that we saw Now here's a parting shot right across your jaw Priests are raping choir
They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight they toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spires listen for
an angel who has fallen from on high Filled with rage and violence, he will not be denied A twisted world of killing and crime The handiwork of Lucifer
exist. And the sad thing is, this particular element... is me brudda! Brother, brother oh brother of mine We used to be down as partners in crime From
ont su me fair' comprendre Qu'a l'homme de la ru' j'avais des compt's a rendre Et que, sous peine de choir dans un oubli complet, J' devais mettre au
open and see what makes them tick And rhyme about it like this cuz it makes you sick [Verse 3] My sinphony, conjures up images of misery Picture thee crime
the exiled breed, back from oblivion They will rise When all demons scream When all demons scream in choir When all demons scream in choir The prelude
: [Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious
: They preach to the choir, always in the permanent daylight they toss paper tigers from their perfect porcelain skylines, shatterproof spires listen
live wire Dunn, rock it til your knees drop, over tree tops Collosal current enforcin, outer bridge crossin One foot first, is the rebirth, the crime
Momma yellin' and screamin' top of her lungs In the middle of the street, god why did you take my son? (WAHHHHH) Crime scenes and things the choir sings
but still resisted These thoughts valid for our time This flame shines Its aim to inspire before we expire Hear psalms happily sung by the angel's choir
[Alice Cooper / Bernie Taupin / Dick Wagner] It's not like we did something wrong We just burned down the church While the choir within sang religious
waste my time. It might be faster and you might say it's unoriginal But I'll keep doing this until the day I die The harmonizing melodies of a church choir
and Gafilta Fish Ain't too many dudes that are built for this We grind for souls Forget what the liar told You give throwback jersey for choir robes
replied "Of coursely" Spilt two on the mask whispered "Eww get it off me" His money chunk he couldn't spare a thin dime Once was in a rhyme crew - monkies into crime