Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A Peace in Your Heart, artist - Charles Manson. Album song Commemoration, in the genre Блюз
Date of issue: 07.08.2017
Record label: The Power of Scorpions
Song language: English
A Peace in Your Heart |
We’ll make us some money |
Make the world look funny |
As they glance on through a burning asshole |
Down to the castles of the vampire dreams |
And you know Frankenstein I am |
Mean man in a can |
Way down on that lonesome road |
Where nobody goes, it’s a terrible thing |
It’s just the peace in your heart you know |
It’s just the peace in your heart that you’re playing like a part |
Of another world someplace somewhere |
As if there was another dream way beyond what you see |
Moving right in your mind right there |
You’ve got Christ on twice |
Got the rivers on boats and then you’re floatin' down the stream |
Yeah youre floatin' like an old goat on Bill Grogan’s goat |
Wasn’t feeling mighty fine in the rain |
Bill Grogan’s on goat and it’s tied to the railroad train |
You coughed him up a can and you threw away the man |
And then you flagged him on down again |
Around and round again around and round again |
Once on friend like a brother coming in and then |
I’m back on my round Again |
All down people all down on the down you know what is down on the slide |
And everyone told you and everyone told you and everybody told a goddamn Lie |
They were lying and the cheat laying in the graves |
Way down in the Devil’s Hole |
He was down with the soul where you do what you’re told |
Or you die and you never get back again |
Yeah on a riverboat ride down to the world you say what you are |
Like you said something to some dollar bill |
On somebody on somebody else’s star |
You was ringin' em thing and then am swingin' em ding ah na na |
Riding Harley on a Charlie on a Ho Minh Chin trail |
Down in a outlaw bout on a mafioso |
Motherfucker till ya godfathers met on a telephone ride |
You seeing how much you got to spend |
He said you keeping my money from acting kinda funny |
And ya calling me back to play like your honey |
And it comes around and you jump like easter bunny in my mind |
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
I been down through that old hat dreams on fine and you |
You been playing behind yourself you double dirty crossing you dog |
You lied and snitched and ran off |
Left your father in a grave |
In a grave |
He had died and burned in the fire lying there Nuremburg |
Freeing bird purest word down on it studersburg (?) |
Dreams on the sky said to fly higher than your eye |
Beyond everything you ever thought a dream |
In your mind I can shine |
Way beyond thought |
Way beyond to my lizard |
And my spiders on my rock |
And my deepest down deeper |
Than my Devil’s Hole |
And I cried down again |
I said goddamn you lost your soul |
You sold out you damn fool |
What you end up with |
Somebody’s rule |
You got to play evil |
And down in sin |
You got to be there |
Truss it back again |
Cut it on down |
Bring it around |
And let me go on |
To my home where I love |
Down on anywhere’s OK |
I’m just livin' in my own motherfuckin' dream |
You’ve been walking every goddamn day |
In my motherfuckin' day death row |
Down on the hole |
Fix the green submarines you jellybean jerkin' jeans |
Down through everybody’s mind can’t you see |
Geneva on the M.X. |
riding on the world free |
How come you won’t let me back in and live what I earned. |
I earned my way |
Out of this goddamn can. |
I told you I didn’t break your motherfuckin' |
Law. |
you goddamn fool. |
1776, you think I’m gonna die for that again? |
Fuck you! |
you carry it back. |
you carry that motherfucker back one time |
And then bring it on back to my city in my rhyme and play like you’re |
Something over me, fool. |
I’ll take my pistol and teach you a rule |
Down through my outlaw swing on a noose |
You think I was playing fancy fantail with your bridge party and your |
Mother Goose |
You better get down on your spiritual mind |
Try back through samurai |
Moving on a shallow wish know I |
Arrows arrows |
Sweet purple bug brain |
All slave to the one self of all god is all in the wisdom of the one |
That lives down inside of you, fool |
Don’t keep trying to take me back to school |
Teach me whose motherfuckin' rule |
I read that book crook |
I took another look |
To seeing the cement was even dying under your feets |
And the walls had great cracks |
And then you play like your wisdom was God’s on some summer mind’s |
Walker |
And then you told somebody you drank another bottle of scotch |
Then I took up on my Cutty Sark |
And I flew around the world on a drunk ride |