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a virgin just to save face
I too am so ashamed on bended knees 
Prayin' to my pretty white Jesus

Brother John Paul convinced himself of his wisdom
changed your life 
And now he waits a judge and jury 
Thinkin' you'll break down inside 

And with a finger you can put his fists away 
And you're face
Fisher or Boris Yeltsin's daughter 
Or her finance's sixteen year old beer drunk brother 
With his braided goatee with his whole like a thunder cloud
chill out
He might just, pull out his pistol
and let that thang whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman and Clark Kent, you better be way
his pistol
And let that thing whistle at your windshield or your residence
Superman to Clark Kent, you better be way harded
Than the park bench to start
flash through your hate!
Children of reason, dogs of hell
By His name you'll keep a watch on your brother
By His name you'll banish His enemies
carry your gun, especially off duty 
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty 
Hidin' upstate won't make you safe 
By the way, are you
like all the others
Nobody wants to see it
They don't even want to try
Judge a book by it's cover
And you'll never know the story
There's so much
like the others
Nobody wants to see it
They don't even want to try 

Judge a book by its cover
And you'll never know the story
There's so much more
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick

He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
Goddamn my man you see I can't understand
Why you wanna say Nigger to your brother man
Taking black pride then you call yourself a Nigger
Don't
A Gas Face, can either be a smile or a smirk 
When appears, a monkey wrench to work one's clockwork 
Perkin his brim to the rim of my cup 
Don't tempt
So, you think you're kung fu's pretty good, eh?

I want to fight your brother

Him, against me

Let's kung fu!!



The smoke is clearing you can see
That you get when you live where love is hard
And she said

Don't you sit and judge me
From some high and mighty seat
Don't you shrug off
Until
and yours
Trans-historial cause of all wars

The Golden Gun judges Bond judges Mr. M
I judge you s/he judges them
Where you can't find humility you won't
hard can your guard be, I say what's up?
Guard your grill, knuckle up, put em up, duck

[Chorus]

I don't lay, I lie, who knows like Pinnochio
when you live where love is hard
And she said

Don`t you sit and judge me from some high and mighty seat
Don`t you shrug it off until you've walked
Halloween you know I come strapped
I throw it at a sucker K-pap
You made the mistake you judge a man by his race
You go through life with egg on your face
"Well I oughta"
I suggest you hand over the formula doula
A villain in your land, in his land a ruler
Hard hitting like puffing a woola with Lieutenant
If tonight you stood in heaven's court
To seek eternal favor
Would you face Jesus Christ as judge
Or face him as your savior
There are many who
wide and ask
"Was it def?"
And with the straightest face I be like, "Hell yes"
I slip them the digits to Papa Prince Paul
So I don't go AWOL but yet
by a misdemeanor
You may be sorry when his light goes out
Don't put that pistol in your shoulder holster
You can never, never tell if the Law's
Lyrics & Music: Paul Kantner
Lyrics: Grace Slick

He's stronger by talk than by sight
But by sight he'll know you
You buy him a ride he'll know you
Shut up, you better stop it...
Put that thing back in your pocket...
Don't ride the silver rocket...
Tell your brother not to start...
And tell
mind on the money and the game don't play

(Paul Wall)
When the base going down better protect ya neck
Boys steady dripping when they gone off