Well, it's a good thing that I brought a napkin I knew that this would happen Why does this always happen That a day of impulsive fun becomes an evening Of injury, blood, and grieving Of injury, blood, and grieving
Make way, make way And stand aside The crowd takes up the cry "He comes, he comes Bow down, bow down And lower your eyes Before the litter borne By men in fancy uniforms A chariot from which a siren warns The regal flashing lights and royal horns: Behold, the Great One comes!"
You've got an electric knife And I've got the need to spite my face I've got a nose, I know what to do Hand me that electric knife Marry me and be my wife Be by my side in the electric parade
Make way, make way And stand aside The crowd takes up the cry "He comes, he comes Bow down, bow down And lower your eyes Before the litter borne By men in fancy uniforms A chariot from which a siren warns The regal flashing lights and royal horns: Behold, the Great One comes!"
Help me out, I can't seem to get this window open Nevermind, now it's open I think my hand is broken
Make way, make way And stand aside The crowd takes up the cry "He comes, he comes Bow down, bow down And lower your eyes Before the litter borne By men in fancy uniforms A chariot from which a siren warns The regal flashing lights and royal horns: Behold, the Great One comes!"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
