the knifes on, yo body dissapearin to a dark zone, Its onim mad-doggin yo grill with my chrome tap in yo phones at home leave yo kids all alone they
ruby red, On her breast she wore withe lilies, There I longed to lay my head. Well, in my heart you are my darlin', At my door you're welcome in, At
on the seventh day through the big gates and on your way to become one of the last, lonely and wretched. For once you were a child. Your cheeks were red
listen White trash, Johnny No-Cash Tried to sell weed but thugs slapped me and took my stash *Son, what's with the shitface? Golly fuck, Dad, heroin prices are through
the softest belly and the warmest heart In your open hands I lay my head In the never ending, I fall apart In the silent forest and the brilliant red And through
horse stood alone at the gate. All the girls knew who had done it and they still sing it today. Chorus Somebody saw the red mask, but he didn't tell
There's a tattoo heart With an arrow through the middle Of a name that looks like Joe And a young girl's looking At her makeup in the mirror Puts a little
she can stand on her own She's all through crying, now she's flying Taking that red-eye home She's all through crying, she's flying Taking that red-eye
Music: Anders/Alf/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Tomas From cold storms I emerge to inferno Kiss me with your insanity, bless me with your plague Burn through my
Music: Alf/Anders/AT THE GATES Lyrics: Tomas [eehhharghh] Slit open the skies and let out my stars The night dies inside me, she's got ways to make me
Storm the gates! Free from the pits of Hell Slaves emerge the mountain We shall destroy the accursed Heavens Advance great legions strong Crush the gates
s gonna hang you a bill one day before your freedom or your life get took get a girl, a wife or a playboy book one more time [CHORUS] sitting at a red
that is gold does not glitter All that is long does not last All that is old does not wither Not all that is over is past And I may not get through in
your funeral Sunday Nigga shouldn't have played tough, wouldn't have got his head bust Now your whole livin' room is full of pink and red stuff Now you're gated
his chin And better I like his fair body Than all your kith and kin And he's taken up his long long sword To strike a mortal blow And through and through
When I release steam, police crime scenes to guillotines Hit and decapitate the bird case, featherweight Critical thinking, while you at water that concentrate Xzibit crash the gate
came through in understandin', demandin' Justice, bust this, we all had our hand in The cookie jar, took it far enough to make a statement Daryl Gates
out like Todd Bridges off Different strokes I was born to rock, born to rhyme What you lookin' at is somethin' that's before their time Like the number 2-3 in red
