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I once knew a killer named Lenny Larue
Had lost four fingers had faded tattoos
I asked him one day to whom do killers pray
And he said to me as he looked away
Well god don t even know my name
For I live my whole life in shame
God is in me ¨C god is in you
And god s love has been abused
God don t even know my name
Had to fight a Baptist preacher
Who had drank too much
He took a swing at me but I ducked his punch
I pushed him to the ground
And as he rose out of the dirt
I asked ¨C
Why does a preacher man have so much hurt?
I once spoke to god and he made me cry
Said I could come to heaven any time
He did not mind ¨C he forgave my crime
I once loved a ballerina who was narrow and mean
She believed in nothing but her cable TV
Cussed and cursed and swore that Jesus was dead
If god did not damn her I wonder who did

aniele, mój s³odki archaniele
zzuj bucik i zst±p na fotele
dla ciebie jarzêbiak i kwiaty
si±d¼ przy mnie, nastawie herbaty
herbaty, herbaty, herbaty
ile s³odzisz? ile s³odzisz?

tak wiele, mój s³odki, tak wiele
mizernych s³ów w gêbie zbyt wiele
uchlastaj anio³ku mój jêzyk uparty gdy sepleni s³owem wypowiedzenia niewartym
aniele, mój s³odki archaniele
zzuj bucik i zst±p na fotele
si±d¼ przy...

Komm bringt Ihn Heim, komm bringt Ihn
Komm bringt Ihn Heim, komm bringt Ihn
bringt den Pokal nach Haus

Komm bringt Ihn Heim, komm bringt Ihn
Komm bringt Ihn Heim, komm bringt Ihn
bringt den Pokal nach Haus

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 11
Komm bringt Ihn Heim, komm bringt Ihn
Komm bringt Ihn Heim, komm...

I came back
To face what s growing in my head
Please get away from me
Take advantage of what I feel
Yes you do
One day you ll beg for me

So I m saying nothing
Each day taking that much more
As I m scheming all my...

What s your lie?
Fuck you
Warm lips, a big smile, has made your mind runs wild,
this game you play I like the way
You expect to grab a child, you think I m innocent,
not wild, take me and look see how much...

Verse One:

I saw the rod-eye cross inverted and murder circle above my turret
Slither spiraling banister down a hide
My ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the market thieves
Where vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramids
Merry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surges
Piss on electric mayhem through...