I heard the news today Billy's gone away Left us all for good No one understood You only had to say I would understand You only had to say Whatever come
Traducció: Les criatures. Dir sí.
No more maybe No more could be Say yes!
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eyes Maybe I was hypnotized by you You told me on the telephone Of a picture so serene And the beat goes on Feels like a fever burning and I say Yes
I never liked you much it's true, it's true But forgive the hateful things I say and do, 'cause I do The world is a mirror and I see the things I hate
EVEN THOUGH YOU GO THROUGH STRUGGLE AND STRIFE TO KEEP A HEALTHY LIFE, I STAY WOKE (I STAY WOKE) EVERYBODY KNOWS A BLACK OR WHITE, THERE'S CREATURES IN
The beast lives out of the raging storm in the dead of night The ravenous, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness
m so polished, Nothing can stop in this Bad and the brain aint no good, It's not replenished The fakers who imitate me and mock me finished We checked a mill, Yes
Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse In my mind, I want you to be free For all of our friends, to listen to me Now hear what I say, we wish you
hide I know I let you down in so many ways I know that sorry doesn't tell you What you need me to say But, I would die for you baby Yes, I would die
't Little Johnny a creature And I lost count of the times When I never bathed I'm one of the boys One of the boys I don't say much but I make a big
and soon it did grow The tree was unhappy but what could it do? It stood there in silence: the worm grew and grew The tree was unhappy but what could it say
it to tomorrow for just another day There's never time to borrow for things I'll never get to say But I'm missin' you today Don't know why you went away? Yes
the dumbest creatures (Ba, ba, ba, bah) That ever walked the world Are you going? Yes, we're going to a world party Well, how can I say, no? Yes, we
the beat im Wes Craven but im eastside till i reside in the grave and you come in my basement and see the bodies im savin bloodbath flow yes its time
When sad, we sing a mournful tune Like creatures baying at the moon But we all dance when things are fine Yes, even Doctor Frankenstein Ah, ha ha! Ha,
