MY UNCLE MAY HIM REST IN PICE ! !
IT DONT MATTER ANY ONE WHO CAN BE THEM SELFS AND NOT CHANGE LATER ON DOWN THE ROAD
OZZY OSBOURNE WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED ? . . . Mr Crowley . . . Mr. Crowley, what went on in your head? Oh, Mr. Crowley, did you talk to the dead? Your life style to me seemed so tragic With the thrill of it all You fooled all the people with magic Yeah, you waited on satan's doorMr. Charming, did you think you were pure? Mr. Alarming, in nocturnal rapport Uncovering things that were sacred Manifest on this Earth Conceived in the eye of a secret And they scattered the afterbirthMr. Crowley, won't you ride my white horse? Mr. Crowley, it's symbolic, of course Approaching a time that is classic I hear that maiden's call Approaching a time that is drastic Standing with their backs to the wallWas it polemically sent l want to know what you meant I want to know, I want to know what you meant, yeah
I LOVE WACHING THEM I HAVE PLENTY OF FAV'S
WIDESCREEN ONLY