Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over beats or loud guitars
be like nigga get your bars up i just string you along like i was tuning guitars up i know that was wrong i think that this is fate you took out those
ain't no rules Verse 2: Brother Marquis Give it up smooth, put me in there cool [Yeahhhh!] 'Cause it's your delight to fuck with fate Your sex is hard
is I feel better when I sing Burdens are lifted from me That's my voice rising So Michael, please keep the tape rolling Boys keep strumming those guitars
ground as you fall to your knees it's ashes to ashes your hopes and dreams are carried away like many before you ..it's your final hour [the guitar
Can you handle another guitar hero? Let me give you a little clue Hallelujah, hare Krishna, yeah yeah yeah George Harrison Well, your railroad gate,
Oh Jesus loves you get on your knees and pray you'll die and go to heaven but here in hell we'll stay our Bible is our music, and tha guitar is our
But heart is empty Heart is empty Truth don't matter The past don't matter Nothing matters But love Fate is somewhere Underwater In the blue and silver
a go go Electric guitars Grander than castles cathedrals or stars Electric guitars Riots in airports everywhere that we go Mascara meltdown hysteria a go go Electric guitars Electric guitars
my friend. It's Russian roulette. It's Russian roulette. I can see you laughing now. But you'll cry much later. Cause I hold the power of your fate.
, my destiny's disguised (But I will find it) Empty promises flow my way Adrift in shame, do you feel the same? Another time, another place, we won't be prisoners of fate
comatose condition Too scared to try, so born to die, sat at your sewing machine Discontentedly accepting, all the world's prepared to give her It's fate
, ahhhhhh, whoa, whoa, yeah The lights go out, the smell of doom I'll bet is creeping into your lonely room The bed's on fire, your fate is sealed And
City he went to the bad 'Way out in the West with a gun in his hand At the age of twelve years he did kill his first man There's Mexican maidens play guitars
on) N P G get rowdy (Feel me, once again) (Backwards the incredible) At the very core of thinking I originate That's why you'll never know my thinking or my fate
Look it here The lights go out The lights go out, the smell of doom Is creepin' into your lonely room The bed's on fire, your fate is sealed And you'
of all the kingdoms That would swoop down Stick around Then proceed to ignore you No flash pot pan, guitar man Or resurrected Apollo myth To seal your fate
guitar when I was 14 Now I'm crowding 30 and still wearing jeans Amanda, light of my life Fate should've made you a gentleman's wife Amanda, light of my life Fate