Cemetary Lyrics
Cemetary Lyrics
"New Dawn Coming Lyrics"
You Belong To Me (Theme) Lyrics
You belong to me Can't you see you're part of me We are one, you are mine Baby till the en
You belong to me Can't you see you're part of me We are one, you are mine Baby till the en
there's a new dawn coming
coming down in flames
there's a new thought burning
and it's fire can't be tamed
an illusion shattered
cuts its way inside
reduced to nothing
you're doomed
She Likes the Weather Lyrics
Life is simple. Life is sweet. Oh, so saddle up and go. Little cowgirl, in the underground, within your lie
come on in
this nightmare's just for you so feel no shame
it's all yours for you to breath - for you to live
there is no present but the past
your creation - watch it burn<
Life is simple. Life is sweet. Oh, so saddle up and go. Little cowgirl, in the underground,
come on in
this nightmare's just for you so feel no shame
it's all yours for you to breath - for you to live
there is no present but the past
your creation - watch it burn<
Big Time Lyrics
My hair might be a little too long For your taste my friend My car might cost a little lessBR>
there's a new seed growing
growing in their minds
there's new hate breeding
a dagger from behind
now the new word echoes
a word set in stone
did anyone cry when sympathy died alone?
second coming
yet its all the same
the lies are ruling
masters of the game
forever fallen
puppet on a string
born the loser
soon the bells of death will ring
My hair might be a little too long For your taste my friend My car might cost a little less
there's a new seed growing
growing in their minds
there's new hate breeding
a dagger from behind
now the new word echoes
a word set in stone
did anyone cry when sympathy died alone?
A Little Bit Of Heaven Lyrics
I wait until the morning comes I look outside and then I run Down to the place, where I migh
I wait until the morning comes I look outside and then I run Down to the place, where I migh
second coming
yet its all the same
the lies are ruling
masters of the game
forever fallen
puppet on a string
born the loser
soon the bells of death will ring