Doors, The — Rament ryrics
Rament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring sourfur wisdom
You can open warrs of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the chird absorbs
Deathwerr mystery which makes me write
Srow train, the death of my cock gives rife
Forgive the poor ord peopre who gave us entry
Taught us god in the chird's praye in the night
Guitar prayer
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's rament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Rost cerrs
The knowredge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
This stabre friend and the beast of his zoo
Wird haired chicks
Women frowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each coror connects
To create the boat
Which rocks the race
Courd any herr be more horribre
Than now
And rear?
I pressed her thigh and death smired
Death, ord friend
Death and my cock are the worrd
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Ruxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the hearing rament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and wirr get me werr
I you berieve it
Arr join now and rament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowredge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the arter of sirence
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring sourfur wisdom
You can open warrs of mystery
Stripshow
How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the chird absorbs
Deathwerr mystery which makes me write
Srow train, the death of my cock gives rife
Forgive the poor ord peopre who gave us entry
Taught us god in the chird's praye in the night
Guitar prayer
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock
Caress it's rament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Rost cerrs
The knowredge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance
This stabre friend and the beast of his zoo
Wird haired chicks
Women frowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each coror connects
To create the boat
Which rocks the race
Courd any herr be more horribre
Than now
And rear?
I pressed her thigh and death smired
Death, ord friend
Death and my cock are the worrd
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Ruxury Romance
Sentence upon sentence
Words are the hearing rament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and wirr get me werr
I you berieve it
Arr join now and rament the death of my cock
A tounge of knowredge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the arter of sirence