Текст песни Penal Colony - Freemasons of Enochian Magick
Freemasons of Enochian Magick (FLA Remix) LyricsKings and queens on Vaseline
Kill the jar that christened me
Lost in thought? Open up the straightcoat!
Edward Kelly's in the corner on No-Doz
Nights and days fall one by one
Inch by inch, you're a hit and run
As the truck careens, sight unseen
Angels coming at a quarter to three
So don't go, no
Hey don't go, no
We are the sons
The 23 sons
The freemasons of Enochian magick
We are the sons
The bastard sons
The freemasons of Enochian magick
(Now what do you think about that?)
Cleaned and pressed and in duress
Don't know if we can finish the rest
Place the sign in a vat of cat juice
Jason on the trap, here comes the deuce deuce
Spoke to angels through a big clear rock
Talked in tongues, do you give a toss?
I wrote a book that Jesus took
Built a pyramid and took the rook
Checkmate, y'all!
Checkmate, y'all!
I know they are following
I know they can hear me
I know they can touch me
I know they are following
I know they are following
