Post by Vike Legendhand on Jan 8, 2007 19:01:56 GMT -5
Well here's some songs that my band uses, and This is Copyrighted by Purpleatro and some of them are copyrighted by me! So no stealing!
Police walk around,
There's nothing to sound,
The knife's in her chest,
It's not like the rest.
Muder, Murder, Murder.
The End can't be near,
But then again,
Anything can happen here,
Don't try to open your eyes,
It won't help your lies.
Murder, Murder, In the high degree.
Captain Fathead can't even agree,
Murder, Murder, In the high degree.
Lies knit a web of coldness.
Shifting in the shadows,
Murder isn't an option,
The streetlights aren't helping,
The Knife glows.
Murder, Murder, Murder.
Murder, Murder, Murder.
Living in the shadows,
Won't help you assholes.
Sitting there so inocently,
How can you even disagree?
The Devil strides in the Angels,
Just trust me, you won't regret it.
The Innocence is wiped away,
By Devil's Angels,
The bells jangle,
But the streets are covered,
In murderers.
Sparklin' in the luminoucent lights,
It's not helpin' with the fight,
Blood spills, and
Bones bre-ak.
It's not helping,
Not even with the crank.
So turn up the volume,
In your Ford F-1 50,
Don't care that no one else likes da 50's.
The fight isn't over,
And it's not helping..
Captain Fathead
Police walk around,
There's nothing to sound,
The knife's in her chest,
It's not like the rest.
Muder, Murder, Murder.
The End can't be near,
But then again,
Anything can happen here,
Don't try to open your eyes,
It won't help your lies.
Murder, Murder, In the high degree.
Captain Fathead can't even agree,
Murder, Murder, In the high degree.
Lies knit a web of coldness.
Shifting in the shadows,
Murder isn't an option,
The streetlights aren't helping,
The Knife glows.
Murder, Murder, Murder.
Murder, Murder, Murder.
Living in the shadows,
Won't help you assholes.
It's not helping
Sitting there so inocently,
How can you even disagree?
The Devil strides in the Angels,
Just trust me, you won't regret it.
The Innocence is wiped away,
By Devil's Angels,
The bells jangle,
But the streets are covered,
In murderers.
Sparklin' in the luminoucent lights,
It's not helpin' with the fight,
Blood spills, and
Bones bre-ak.
It's not helping,
Not even with the crank.
So turn up the volume,
In your Ford F-1 50,
Don't care that no one else likes da 50's.
The fight isn't over,
And it's not helping..