M.o.d lyrics
M.o.d lyrics
"Get Up And Dance lyrics"
I Smell Like Jesus...dead lyrics
Backing vocals by Mr. Morgan LundinI, I am the AntichristI, I am alter your soul divineOnce you're inside, youll explore the
Backing vocals by Mr. Morgan LundinI, I am the AntichristI, I am alter your soul divineOnce you're inside, youll explore the
STOP! Milano time...
Get up and dance.
Here we go.
Get busy, let out the misery.
But the move while I m.c.
Shake your booty 'til you cave walls in.
We've just begun, so begin.
Just rock and we'll do the rollin'.
If you're standin' get goin'.
'Cause thi
Pin The Tail On The Donkey lyrics
As I kick myself again, and I try to pick myself back up again, Don't want to make the same mistakes. Always the first with an excuse
s ain't a funeral home. As I kick myself again, and I try to pick myself back up again, Don't want to make the same mistakes. Always the first with an excuse
It's a club, so get on the dance floor.
Get up and dance.
One more time.
Don't mock it you can't stop it.
We took the beat like your head and chopped it.
Get up D-A-N-C-E.
Everybody move your body!
Throw your hands in the air.
Say HO!
Serpent Venom lyrics
Words and music by Randy Palmer. Instrumentation: Lead and rhythm guitars: Randy Palmer; Bass guitar: Mike Matthews; Drums: Geof
br>Let the rhythm of the music control. Words and music by Randy Palmer. Instrumentation: Lead and rhythm guitars: Randy Palmer; Bass guitar: Mike Matthews; Drums: Geof
How you dance ain't wrong or right.
YO!
Do whatcha like.
Last chance so dance.
Get up and dance, get up.
The rhythm written for strictly deep incisions.
Describe your problem and we'll fill out a prescription.
Take notes o
Bed Sheet lyrics
Your fears of impending doubtYour course of action follows reactionInstinct, greed, lust... Sublime ?All motivating, all progress
r hang on the end of a rope. Your fears of impending doubtYour course of action follows reactionInstinct, greed, lust... Sublime ?All motivating, all progress
You're liverwurst and onions,
I'm scope.
YO!
We're droppin' bad habits.
I'm talkin' critics shootin' dope.
And we supple 'em like addicts.
I suppose we got the right stuff.
No we're not the new kids...
We're rough!
Boyee!