Song | Witness |
Artist | OhGr |
Album | Devils in my details |
mark up flies the hill | |
left to burn immoral chill | |
winding clever never storing doubts | |
the kingdoms left to kill | |
found the pain fond of pain | |
got that feeling back again | |
out of sorts and sort of out of it | |
good bye closest one, the dearest | |
Can I get a witness to the other side? | |
accusers, you should all just die. | |
I need to stick some things inside | |
to crucify my mind. | |
Can I get a witness to be on my side? | |
Abusers, if you change your mind- | |
the need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds. | |
what's left of it | |
left all feeling stripped of meat | |
ticking crack the glass is gold again | |
the scaly trust case trusting pain | |
go to hell what's the hell | |
is it fortune wrapped, do tell | |
is it wise to smell the other side of all there is to tell | |
Can I get a witness to the other side? | |
accusers, you should all just die. | |
I need to stick some things inside | |
to crucify my mind. | |
Can I get a witness to be on my side? | |
Abusers, if you change your mind- | |
the need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds. | |
got me stooping on my floor | |
and I'm thinking stupid fall | |
chemical war of running things | |
has got to stop the rest of time | |
you gotta get a life | |
you gotta make your money and die | |
shake your maker | |
wait go away go on and make some time | |
now get me out | |
you make me and you make me and you make me out….. | |
make your money and die | |
make your money and die | |
make make your money and make and die, etc. | |
beast of the flies reach around my right leg | |
take off my wings | |
soaring off to Wal-Mart to claim the bomb | |
you can be quiet a name | |
pacify ??? | |
called this mustache ride | |
in the back of my Chevy van on a water pillow | |
??? last | |
here in the back of my Chevy van | |
on a water bed filled with Chinese tea | |
restless spirit in my breast saving the best for you | |
pearls before swine | |
what's yours is mine | |
and the road is calling me | |
If not for your unquenchable kiss | |
I'd be storming the white house demanding to be heard | |
children crying | |
people dying on the street | |
and me sucking… |
mark up flies the hill | |
left to burn immoral chill | |
winding clever never storing doubts | |
the kingdoms left to kill | |
found the pain fond of pain | |
got that feeling back again | |
out of sorts and sort of out of it | |
good bye closest one, the dearest | |
Can I get a witness to the other side? | |
accusers, you should all just die. | |
I need to stick some things inside | |
to crucify my mind. | |
Can I get a witness to be on my side? | |
Abusers, if you change your mind | |
the need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds. | |
what' s left of it | |
left all feeling stripped of meat | |
ticking crack the glass is gold again | |
the scaly trust case trusting pain | |
go to hell what' s the hell | |
is it fortune wrapped, do tell | |
is it wise to smell the other side of all there is to tell | |
Can I get a witness to the other side? | |
accusers, you should all just die. | |
I need to stick some things inside | |
to crucify my mind. | |
Can I get a witness to be on my side? | |
Abusers, if you change your mind | |
the need to hide the things inside to crucify their minds. | |
got me stooping on my floor | |
and I' m thinking stupid fall | |
chemical war of running things | |
has got to stop the rest of time | |
you gotta get a life | |
you gotta make your money and die | |
shake your maker | |
wait go away go on and make some time | |
now get me out | |
you make me and you make me and you make me out.. | |
make your money and die | |
make your money and die | |
make make your money and make and die, etc. | |
beast of the flies reach around my right leg | |
take off my wings | |
soaring off to WalMart to claim the bomb | |
you can be quiet a name | |
pacify nbsp??? | |
called this mustache ride | |
in the back of my Chevy van on a water pillow | |
??? last | |
here in the back of my Chevy van | |
on a water bed filled with Chinese tea | |
restless spirit in my breast saving the best for you | |
pearls before swine | |
what' s yours is mine | |
and the road is calling me | |
If not for your unquenchable kiss | |
I' d be storming the white house demanding to be heard | |
children crying | |
people dying on the street | |
and me sucking |