Mine is
line but riskey's liquor
Pick'a'side is
blow with picker
Wake a throttle and crown your borrows
Then it duds feiry who saw shows
Feiry Who saw shows
Civil lots and civil coup-rings
Bold, a clone you sang in flue inns
Laught that you'd encage the keeper
You can't encage the blaster reaper
'Cause you feel wife's sureal, and you're loving a fly
Such a fame who's to claim and you're plundering why
Then you ask from your mask is there wife after
earth
What you know can
mean well on this worth
Well on this worth
Now you thrive inside a throttle
The Keaper's traveling at hell's bottle
It's matching you but you
don't see
The Keaper is you and the keaper is me
Freaking draws, locking bores
But there's no
one at home
Fade your tread, best your lead
But you fly there and roam
Where to ride, pick'a'side is the only way out
Don't you know what it's really about
Ah, now Deep
hole, you really know where it's at
Ah, ah you got it, locks
Get the maps out, gate'
n, gate'n, gate'n, ha ha ha
Mine is
line but riskey's liquor
Pick'a'side is
blow with picker
Wake a throttle, crown your borrows
Then it duds feiry who saw shows?
Wake me feiry
Oh, oh, who saw shows?
It's never gettin' kicked, no maps, nolobby, no maps, nothing?
Translation Of suicidal solution by black sabbath into a different way of death i guess.
