back to you Right back to you babe, I'll tell ya Burnin' bridges fallin' down Got a nasty reputation From town to town Burnin' bridges fallin' down Burnin' bridges
Traducere: Slaughter. Burnin 'Bridges.
do good unto others But oh, mother, things ain't going well Ain't talkin', just walkin' I'll burn that bridge before you can cross Heart burnin', still
free (from the top you can only go down), No-one but yourself is to blame if you presume to walk upon water then drown. Now your bridges are burned--
and daughters Names of their fathers and sons Stolen away with no warning, never to ever return On el Rio del Muerto, All the bridges are burned
just to graze It's killin' the populous while you clone test tube babes Test the change, 'cuz of the fantasies they try to feed us Under the bridge drummin
mind, She wants to stand & rape the king, Slaughter the daughter Kill everything, Burn the world Let her soul be free, Ignite the nebulas of eternity. [chorus] [bridge
reveal We are part of some strange plan Why the slaughter of the 'Brotherhood Of Man?' Infernal sacrifice of hell Fire breathing, lead the way Mounds of bodies as they all burn
you blood, to give you power. We sacrifice a gift, a virgin girl. Get out of your grave, oh Lord of darkness. Your children will await to slaughter in
never been It's bleeding well It's bigger than a breadbox It can roast my leaky finance I'll take my seat atop the Brooklyn Bridge With a Coke and a bag
Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the malediction Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under pressure Thou perceives a slaughter suspension Bridge
's a storm coming And you're gonna fucking die Ascend to space, the Skumdog ships Infested with the dead Commander Adama is now on the bridge He has
Must Bring Light To The Darkness In Time We Will Rise Above Heal The Waters Earth Is The Lamb To The Slaughter And Give Us Magic Release Our Devoted Souls Angel Wings Burned
We heard that enemies were approaching from the south We marched to face them, I killed their scout But we were ambushed and slaughtered in the night
Brian Boru at Clontarf... I slaughtered left and right with Harold at Hastings... I dispatched Norman swordsmen with Robin of Loxley... I wielded a Claymore at Stirling Bridge
Indians slaughtered, and the rebels Punished for the riot at the red square Rash and cruel, they worked their ?magic? You think the world is round? [Bridge
