Flame thrower You're on the run from the stun of the flame thrower Look to the sky and face the sun You better try to race against the gun Nothing to rival This heavy load Pray for survival End of the road Don't you believe you stand a chance in hell

I've got to ride that lonesome train My heart is heavy with aches and pain But someday, someday baby, after awhile you'll be sorry Everyday my clouds are gray Winds change, it'll roll all my clouds away But someday, someday after awhile you'll be sorry

And it's a good day To cry, cry, cry It's a good day Stay with me baby And save me from the grave And I don't need no doctor To keep me alive It's a good day to cry Love is heavy on my mind

What kind of man loves like this? What kind of man? You were on the other side, like always And with one kiss You inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for twenty years I was on a heavy tip Try'na cross a canyon with a broken limb Wondering what to do

We build cathredrals to our pain Establish monuments to attain Freedom from all of the scars and the sins Lest we drown in the darkness within Here in the darkness that I lay Depression heavy in its weigh And how my body aches to leave To sing its final

And I will wait, I will wait for you 'Cause I will wait, I will wait for you Well, I came home like a stone And I fell heavy into your arms These days of dust which we've known Will blow away with this new sun But I'll kneel down wait for now And I'll

Falling (falling) into the night Tudo o que quer me dar (everything you want to give me) É pesado (it's too much) não há paz (it's heavy) Tudo o que quer de mim (there is no peace) Irreais (all you want from me) Expectativas (isn't real expectations) All

What's Your Name Fool? First they gotta come bless me I'm, heaven's gift, heavy on the wris' I would still get cut and would still catch a fade H-A-V, H get piecy with your hoes It's The Unit man Nobody do it like we do it you nahimsayin'? Straight G's

She came from Providence, the one in Rhode Island Where the old world shadows hang heavy in the air She packed her hopes and dreams like a refugee Just as her father came across the sea She heard about a place people were smilin' They spoke about the red

Plastic bag in the sea Mysterious form, soul in the dark Under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortège This pale ghost is gathering his strength Ghost, pale, the procession is crawling Plastic form dead things, it is now