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From His Head to His Heart to His Hands (Michael Bloomfield) · From His Head to His Heart to His Hands (Electric Flag) · Mormon Tabernacle Choir and the Vienna Boy's Choir (Mormon Tabernacle Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Mass Choir Gospel, Vol. 2 (New Jersey Mass Choir of the GMWA) · Best of the Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) · Best of Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir (Joe Pace & the Colorado Mass Choir) · The Mississippi Mass Choir (The Mississippi Mass Choir) · Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir Superset [Light] (Dallas Fort Worth Mass Choir) – and 90 other albums »


With no weapon insight now you know that ain’t right
All he has was his candy in hand (his skittles) candy
What about the family (his brother)
His
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
All God's critters got a place in the choir
Some sing low, some sing higher
Some sing out loud on the telephone wires
And some just clap their hands
In the county Tyrone, in the town of Dungannon
Where many a ruckus meself had a hand in
Bob Williamson lived there, a weaver by trade
And all
Every Sunday God wakes up to everybody's problems
All those voices asking for forgiveness
Half asleep he waves his hand to quickly mass absolve
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon, 
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade, 
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
say You want to share
The power no one will withstand
Just be my human hand

I know your secrets
I know it all

[Band as choir (1)]
[Solo 1]
strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by myself
Promise me you can help
In all honesty I got time to be copacetic until
You had finally made
Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at Evening Mass

The days passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with
fate

The place is cursed by the hands of doom
Unholy powers in reign
The devil's paradise of pain
Approach!
The Eibon opens for you
The choirs
any mortal thing his hands stretch to infinity
All encompassing the flock there's no life in here any more
Deeper than hades he brings to his side
hands, or paws, or anything they've got now

All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud
cursed by the hands of doom
Unholy powers in reign
The devil's paradise of pain
Approach !
The Eibon opens for you
The choirs of damnation, call you
I guess we all know it

Hand in hand we stand while we watch you flow
Heaven can you help us, where we can't go

Covered by roses
When this
out. Mass confusion here. All the doors have been locked. A shot rang out as he was led into his car. A shot... there's a mass confusion here. Rolling
I guess we all know it

Hand in hand we stand while we watch you flow
Heaven can you help us, where we can't go

Covered by roses
When this
mind because one day you'll respect
The good kid, m.A.A.d. city

[Chorus]

All I see is strobe lights
Blinding me in my hindsight
Finding me by
falling from the sky 
And I know why 
See God and his hand of death 
Squeezing out earth's final breath 
How did it all come to this? 
Brought to us by
His voice in the sky is the sound that you hear. 
His timbre is dim and his motives aren't clear. 
Why does the prophet above have so much to fear?
Charles Gibbs
Words and Music Chris Foster 
Copyright May 3rd 2003


Terror on the high seas wrought by Charles Gibbs
Brandishing his sword in pirate
the Lord"
Two words, Freeway's slightly retarded
Fuck around, throw a clip in ya artist, leave with his broad

[Harlem Boys Choir (Mos Def)]
Throw (red)
and the docile mass will yield

all through the ages
men will die before their time
in an everlasting war
as long as man is taught
that war is not a crime
and the docile mass will yield

all through the ages
men will die before their time
in an everlasting war
as long as man is taught
that war is not a crime
jet contrails so long that

It can be seen in time zones eight hours apart by NORAD
Bow waves are made when I sweep my arms back
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