, I jumped so high Knocked the table over Thought I saw a ghost Come out of the clover She lived in this house Forty odd years or so She was buried in
by JFN 1995 Buried beneath forgotten cryptic stones Enshrined in silence, embraced by darkness Belonging to the hidden ancient race Am I still dead but
in anger war! war machine! Diabolical killing fields The curtain never fall i slay thee weak human - i crush thy hypocrite buried deep - beneath the
thickens. Yeah, an it ain't exactly plush pickin's I'd rather take the time to burn every last bridge I've ever crossed beneath the sun Than live my
a day's walk from San Denise We buried him beneath the bone white sands of San Denise Silence of an airborne night push high above the roof Daughters of the Red
go she just smiles and nods her head 'oh welcome home' but oh those mines can't you see, we're just much too deep for your sins though you buried them beneath
YOU THE WAY TO DIE I WANNA HEAR YOUR CRY AND I BURY YOU UNDER MY FEET BLOOD TURNING TO BLACK BENEATH MY SKIN YOU CAN SMELL OF BLOOD RED YOU CAN'T
me Before I do die Hey, hey momma, look sharp I'll close your eyes, my Billy Those eyes that can not see And I'll bury you, my Billy Beneath the maple
deception All best-to-bury whims For Miss Libertina Grimm Libertina Grimm She, that little red riding crop Brer Werewolf at her stocking tops Beneath
to have Her with me So farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshiped under Fall father, their Father Lies in wait in flames below Whilst my love, a blood red
We're touching down on janus Last of the dying planets Her buried wealth and splendor Had never been surrendered For in these trying times The flags of
shadow of a faded love that wasn't right Way down beneath the surface, far beyond the light of day So many things lie buried deep and baby they should
the riots are breeding resistance The starving all seek to be fed A shit-city built on the backs of the poor Where the real world is buried beneath
Then the man with the red sword attacked from behind Left the silver sword fighter defeated and blind Then carnage ensued that no man could condone As the bloody red
look down on the ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the
of Paco Monte Verde The Pride of San Diego lay sleeping on a fancy bed of silk Adn they laughed when Saragosa pulled the one-eyed Del Cielo from beneath
1988 Pat conroy, doc pomus and the people of dafuskie island have already said it all. I am thankful for such inspiration. --spoken: "the sun, red
, listen to my bombs Like you used to read the psalms I got firearm like megatron, asthma attack rap Snaps, windpipes crack, Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard