Lyrics

Taken all the thoughts we leave behind
And met the other sights outside
that muddy up the mind
But I hate that olde tyme fashion
a thousand times
Below the art I hear black art cast fears
are not sublime
ok let's go
With those at night
Opposed to what I
Suppose is right
Who knows if not I
We chose to fight
Alone karate
Dem bones break bright
Delight the end of the rhyming
We only want the future we all know
ok I'm f- ready
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Chant and charm and curse
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Chant and charm and curse
R. Glamour
Written by: Paul G Barker
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