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dark fell into the day
And the wind began to rise
Peter on the White Sea
Green mountains of waves
Blew all around
Peter on the White Sea
The howl
As the rainfall
Drums it's own tune
On the roof of the bandstand
Keep off the grass sign

By the lakeside
Where it leaves you Autumn
I must be getting near, Saint Peter's Gate!

When I went through the door, he was standing in the hall
An old man with a beard of shining white
featuring Peter Gunz 

Chorus: Peter Gunz 

I'm sending rappers to heaven 

so call me uplifting 

I greet ya defeat ya 

take all
Just like the tide goes with the sea 
We belong together, you and me 
Just like the dawn followed by day 
We'll always be together 
And that's
As you're sweeping
Autumn leaves up
You are sweeping
My fallen heart up with 'em
As you're sweeping
Autumn leaves up
You are sweeping
In swish-back
I'm dreaming
I'm seeing
I'm believing

Run in warm gentle breeze
Games around the willow tree
Watching innocent hearts everywhere

I'm dreaming
I'm seeing
I'm believing
Run in warm gentle breeze
Games around the willow tree
Watching innocent hearts everywhere
White swans
And every day he runs by screaming 

Everything you know is wrong 
Black is white, up is down and short is long 
And everything you thought was just so
that would make the White House jealous 

Well I do get a little much over-impressed 
'Til I think of Peter and Paul and the apostles 
I don't stack
Frank Zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike Willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray White (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Steve Vai (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV

And in Tripoli another ordinary
I'm most at home in darkness
Burned and blinded by the day- it weighs heavy on my heart
But i take strength from its harshness
For my spirit shall
A flying visit of days gone by
And looking back I can't believe
There had been times I wished I would die!

Evening sun sets the lake on fire
Dragonflies are
nobody gets blamed 
By the tired, and broke down, and beat. 
In sunken gardens where there was a street.

West over water I rambled and paced,
Summertime has come and gone
I had you here by my side
The autumn wind was blowing strong
I grabbed your arm, held you tight

Now the air is
It's been five years come this autumn, she remembers well the day
The day the fever got him, and took him far away
Far away from always knowing
really could not say. 
I used to live just by the river, in a dis-used factory just off the Wicker 
The river flowed by day after day
"One day" I
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
there at home
There's no one now left to hold me

My days once flew by
Like the geese in the sky
Flying high over Avery County 
In our little
sayin' "God DAMN" got white boys sayin' "Wow" 

The way we put it down,hum, quite impressive 

A cheese by the pound, damn so obsessive 

You niggas
the Bailey's 
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater 
My nigga drop losses, strike like Adidas 
Shit is deep, the Grant's still burnin'

That when he took a hit he could never quit 

Because he's one slick pusher livin' day by day 

When the crazy thing happened along the way
Mama, mama, you know I'm still friends with Mickey
They say that I shouldn't like him anymore, 'cause I'm all white
Well, he's allright by me

broad day, wherever you standin' (fuck that do it now)
We live our life as a G
Day and, night with the heat, rollin' dice on the street
Now come