to the scent of us and you are drowned in the lust. The unknown, Grim and bleak and this blight of life becomes a crimson strife. The sin of loveless
triple star, From the shafts of strife and war, Make her praises heard afar, God defend New Zealand Men of ev'ry creed and race Gather here before Thy face
Childish games Whispers I hear your poison Flows in me Lost inside you I'm not free of you Break my bonds again Love lost Arrogant whore Paint strife
wife. To the butcher's dungeon steam house he makes his calls, 'cause he met his confidant through the johnny box walls. Greasing up his fist, puts leather masks on their faces
envy when you're on top And dem heart is full with strife Their by gonna try to take your life Get dem haters out your circle Smile in your face but
(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took
I saw a blood washed pilgrim, a sinner saved by grace, Upon the King's highway, with peaceful, shining face; Temptations sore beset him, but nothing
Fear is the curse and today's word is PRESSURE Too long to count the worry and the strife Speed Racer, Takin' in that PRESSURE PRESSURE is the fear,
turn my back you try to fuck my homies That was then, this is now I got a new friend Ever since I cut them loose ends you wanna bone me Add strife to
body of blasphemous Bill MacKie Whenever wherever or whatsoever the manner of death he die Whether he die in the light o' day or under the peak-faced
'm asking you to say my last goodbye The love we knew ain't worth another try Save me from all the trouble and the pain I know I'm weak but I can't face
And laughed at all Your slander And pierced Your hands With the nails of blasphemy How could I do this? I don't know Said something forced me to it, so Spit in Your face
Sick of life Sick of all this strife What do i have to replace I'm a total disgrace Look at me With my head in my hands Face in the sand Don't know who
to dazzle I'm about to frazzle somewhere And when you say "Who? Who is he?" You know it's gonna be me 'Cause my face is there For all of you to see,
Mother doesn't know where love has gone She says it must be youth that keeps us feeling strong I see it in her face that's turned to ice And when she
would swim to the shore, their story to tell. 300 years on the sea of Moyle, a cruel and bitter place, The children missed their father here, the smile upon his face
word to God run hard Me and the God back to back one eighty five With the four five survive that shit You just came even though I remember your face
drive the rent man from the door Just got time for a little more wine Just got time for a little more wine One day, I'll see my way to clear up the trouble and strife