Gaudi the master himself 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell This last supper makes
' But we made up like we always do 'cause you love me And I love you And we're supposed to do that now and then O' we're supposed to do that now and
Cause he knows how much I've suffered Lord, I'd like to have a picture of the last supper Cause tonight he's comin' home to the last supper He'll
This is our last supper together The last time we share in this intimacy We have created a suffering circle that threatens to Tighten and destroy you
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Du bist mein Salz in der Suppe und mein Zucker zum Kaffee, du bist mein Senf fur das Wurstchen und mein Reis zum Frikassee Du bist mein Whisky im Soda
supposed to be This is how it's supposed to be Maybe it's trapped in a jar Something we've already seen Maybe it's nowhere at all Maybe this is how it's supposed
Cent] Ahh man You know where the niggas be at right? Take me to 'em [Chorus- 50 Cent] All through the hood, I keep hearin' niggas sayin' I'm supposed
feet And I'm gone eat you up cause I don't give a fuck The Last Supper [Hook: Pastor Troy] The last niggas, the last supper The last bad muthafuckers
night I ask my wife what she'll cook Sputter supper Sputter supper She smiles to me and answers short "I got our neighbour in my pan" Sputter supper Sputter supper
Open casket funeral A catholic tribulation A cold last supper Well, it's only up to you Dreary dead disciples A prostitute Eve A dirty shroud in Turin
You're not supposed to be human You're not supposed to really feel Not supposed to get involved With anything completely real Fifteen families starving
With a swoosh of my wing We're going to take over your world - the first supper Will you feel the power from my empire, the first supper You must listen
bright. Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly, the seventh walks in front with a cross held high in hand. ...And its hey babe your supper
liar sits right by my side His eyes are full of fear and pride It's my last supper After this I will die It's my last supper My own sacrifice Welcome
you could do not to cry and still say good-bye... Be my The Last Supper, baby, note that just one man faces the other Be my The Last Supper, baby
We sit aone here you and I And when I look into your eyes I find the emptiness In the dark of them And I cry for you I cry for you So you think there
Překlad: Amalia Gre. Na Suppa De Stella.