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Journalists `The Wolfgang Press`

"Remove your head from that crevasse Rational thought slips out the back door A concrete headache is my present That swine thing be thine Only turmoil exists Shaded, camouflaged Remove your head from that

Prostitute II `The Wolfgang Press`

"Prostitutes the spice of life Prostitutes are the spice of life, the spice of life Look back on the course Love away What you need in easy chairs and easy beds All night long Take me for a ride In the

On the Hill `The Wolfgang Press`

find it So so Is this a matador falling into my arms Turning and burning in this rage Calypso find another cause 5 more hours until dawn Remember that golden day Remember that golden day A revelation The

Prostitute I `The Wolfgang Press`

"Prostitutes are the spice of life Prostitutes are the spice of life, the spice of life They don't walk in the nick of time Pay their way I walk away and see Courageously Make me shiver Prostitutes the

Give It Back `The Wolfgang Press`

"A religion of uniform Cradle the star Hail their salute of pressure Underfoot, under squalor An issue is burning behind the flags of surrender Ignorance a weapon As children bleed in their virginity Repeat

The Burden of Mules `The Wolfgang Press`

Allen - Cox - Gray This anger I feel inside is a thing of meaning I can't reach any lower, I have suffered far too many Nearly ending up in the waste away But you can't give in And I won't change

Complete and Utter `The Wolfgang Press`

And you will never be the same Never the same Complete boredom is my last stand Crusade to the point of bondage Shouting in the name of God Greatness comes from within...

Center Of The Sun `Wolfgang`

He's the king of reason the leader of none the lord of question the ever trusted son though his body rests eternal one he'll be known forever as the center of the sun he's the great contender the eye of

Revolution Now `Wolfgang`

Let the guillotine fall Let the heads all roll Bygones will be bygones nevermore When the arm of the law hits short of its mark Let the penitence stop let the vengeance start Bring it all down Bring it

Beast `Wolfgang`

And to the beast I love you....

Weightless `Wolfgang`

Let Icarus plummet as sun melts his wax I'm gonna touch the sky much linger than that on the wings of Eros I'll stretch them wide upon the winds of fortune I'm ready to glide and I will hold the clouds

Shoulders Of Cain `Wolfgang`

You gave me my name You needed someone to blame So you took it away You gave me my name But you took it away from me Took it away On the shoulders of Cain The weight is passed down again Abel's absence

Cathedral Of Space `Wolfgang`

She drives away from this place sy's she going far to the cathedral of space say's the light will shine and clouds will sing her name we know she's wrong but we let her go.... she's going gone says that

Semenelin `Wolfgang`

On an uncharted isle A group of ground diggers toil To try to find what remains are lying Beneath the darkened soil.

Undertow `Wolfgang`

To the makers of manner The giver of tools You fucked up tomorrow Now enforce your rules You gave us good head Took our minds of the dread You ran to support us And sold us instead Still we hope and we

Sanctified `Wolfgang`

I'm born down in the dirt,born with mud in my eyes Born kicked in the teeth born a loser in life so put me on the pedestal so everyone can see and listen to the gospel of the living mokery. Yeah...

Change `Wolfgang`

As the days dance into a nightmare rise while The moon howls in it's pale light as time moves The wind blows on while I sit here I must keep Growing on it's dawn to dusk when black becomes White it's when

Love & Despair `Wolfgang`

So it left you blinded soft and binded tied to your angry chair it raised its hammer and smashed you under yet still you seem to care love & despairIt's just one more bite a little closer to the bone and

What Grows In Your Garden `Wolfgang`

(Vocals - BASTI) Well now the rain washed back yesterday Bringing thoughts of wasted time And the water it brought flowed swiftly through your mind Opening your eyes to the stars just to pray Hoping more

Very Free `Wolfgang`

Finally out of the city and it's pretty feel the grass between my toes And I don't think there's anything better than this smell that fills my nose, And how I would love to express the way I feel inside

Judas Noose `Wolfgang`

The kings and queens will not Kneel at your feet anymore Swing left and right Come take your place on the Judas noose Swing left and right We guarantee that everything Will fit you just fine Your favored

Arise `Wolfgang`

(Vocals - BASTI) I am the night I am the day I am the light gone astray The fear that's in your bones That is I, I am the taker of souls Shout, my name at the heavens And be cast to fire Hold my hand as

Atomica `Wolfgang`

It started as someone's dream To make a better day No one had foreseen What that dream became Step by step We marched ahead, never looking back the future's always brighter next to the remnants in our

No Falter `Wolfgang`

I opened up my head again to uh Opened up my head again to uh A child born alive, crying with no eyes Opened up my head again to Take 'em out, take 'em down One by one, no falter Time has come, the secret's

Bow Unto Thee `Wolfgang`

You say you're ready You're never ready All this waiting Anticipating That's why we Bow unto thee Bow unto thee It's all a vicious cycle Called the birds and the bees Bow unto thee Bow unto thee Baby

Heaven Spent `Wolfgang`

I'll give you love Give you joy Little bits of everything Handkerchiefs of plentiful Falling from the sky I'll give you peace Sincerity Little bits of everything Sweet words are meaningless When lined

Bleed One Way `Wolfgang`

Your tongue is a razor It cuts like a knife Your words are the weapons That shorten my life Every time you speak Your sentences drain And I can only bleed one way!!!

I.O.U. `Wolfgang`

play here in our home we call our home with all you sick freely roam who force themselves upon their own can you deny it's going on don't you cry you've done nothing wrong just keep daddy smiling it's the

Meckam `Wolfgang`

All those wasted words that No one hears I'm here holding This great bag of guilt and My hands are tired A confusion in my brain and A hole in my soul I have nothing in my pocket Yet I'm bearing the

Journalists Who Lie `Morrissey`

Journalists who lie Stealing the money Prospering with spite Hate-in-a-hurry Oh, see how : They're only trying to make their name By spreading Biz myth-lies About the ones who've made their name