APOSTLESLook at all my trials and tribulations Sinking in a gentle pool of wine. Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers 'Till this evening is this
Another fish head in the dustbin Another loser in the queue for the soup kitchen Another reason for a visit We think you'd better come down Another nigger
I spent all day long just slavin' in the kitchen I wanted everything to be just right Yeah, the table's dressed with all the fancy trimmin's Won't he
They got they hands clappin [14x] [Verse 1: Lil' Pete] The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthafuckers We killing you suckas undercover
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
Jesus and all his saints couldn't save our wretched face And no man parting some sea could keep you from me We had to walk away from the streets that
Park guell makes you even more beautyful As if you were created by gaudi the master himself 'caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to
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
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
[Music: De Feis/Pursino, lyrics: De Feis] Father forgive thcm for they know not what they are doing Break this bread and drink the wine just remember
Thursday night. The Last Supper.] (Apostles) Look at all my trials and tribulations Sinking in a gentle pool of wine Don't disturb me now I can see the
Aullan los lobos ya no cantan las sirenas llegan las bandejas con la ultima cena. Yo escucho los disparos colgado entre tus piernas las cosas van cambiando
Park Guell makes you even more beautyful As if you were created by Gaudi the master himself 'Caus you consist of shattered thoughts They never seem to
I spent all day long just slavin' in the kitchen I wanted everything to be just right Yeah, the table's dressed with all the fancy trimmin's Won't
(feat. DSGB) They got they hands clappin [14x] [Verse 1: Lil' Pete] The Last Supper, the last hustla's, the last bad muthafuckers We killing you suckas
