disconnect, and privilege that plague our times That plague our times Raise your flag to the wolves A fire in celebration to him and in rage For
the disconnect, and privilege that plague our times That plague our times Raise your flag to the wolves A fire in celebration to him and in rage For
numbing) Josh is above the disconnect and privilege that plague our times Raise your flag to the wolves A fire in celebration to him, and in rage
left to fight Now you are bound and gagged one last meal is your final right Many have tried you're not the only one waiting for that final mourn The
song taurus, raging bull about the size of my arm see the size of the charm make your wife leave your arm that's right, i fight, i done been in brawls
is where we fight this is where they die on the shields boys [Fat Joe talking] Coca. I'm in the greatest shape of my life! 300 Brolic nigga. Who wanna fight
s too late to get straight And the most I make is final pick Anywhere they shit like riding slick With a thick chick slobbing your dick Even if it means fighting
someone saying You had been in an awful fight You get the worst of it every time Lashing out with no reason or rhyme To lose all this rage, at so tender
our minds Got our hands on a ship And stole away into the night The four of us and Pasha dear She to steer and we to fight Fed up with rules and regulations
't want to sigh Oh, mother, I don't want to die Tell me why does it have to be so Hard to let go when it?s your final day When death is on it's way When
understand When there's no forgiveness then nobody wins in the end You've come of age you're a slave and a soldier You fight the rage every day, but
but still you carried on There will come the day of liberation and glory and we'll be relieved from all the torture and pain after fighting war for values
me low) All the stories will come out (Lay me low) When I go (When I go) All the stars will glow bright (Lay me low) And my friends will give up the fight
Runaway train lost control - a thousand tons of steel Overheated engines - the screaming of the wheels A fighter in a boxing ring - takes the final blow
control If you can't talk Then I can't hear And that's why we're locked in the dark If I knew what you were from the start Fighting would never be hard
to release the rage But everything has its end I've done my deed The final bullet was always meant for me Pushing the faith Build on our rage Falling
of the Dane To Clontarf Brian's army marched To give the Dane their final fight The army charged with swords help high The viking line was soon in sight The battle rages
