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the light 
It's always Penny and me tonight 

On the plane step up with both my feet 
Riding in seat number 3 on a flight to NYC 
Got my bean in a coffee
sea.'

O the ship dipped down
On the rim of the sky
And I waited while three
Long summers went by

Then one steel morning
On the white quay
I saw
So watch 'em do the Macarena, somewhere out by Pasadena
Love a drug that everybody here just tryna get a taste of
You a waste of the space that you
for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we hope you will
a cherry
Any good thing to make us all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all 

Go down into the cellar and see what you can
merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty, we hope
all merry
One for Peter, two for Paul, three for him who made us all

Go down into the cellar and see what you can find
If the barrels are not empty we
tell what it is
But I take a look
And now I’m sorry I did
5:30 on a Friday night
Thirty three good people cut down

I don’t believe anymore
I don’t
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
cockroaches are standing by watching the fun
I hear three bluebells ringing in a steeple of heather & roses
I can hear them so clear as I glide by
was swift, it was clear, out the light was getting gray.
I bent down by the thistle and thought of what it was I'd say.
Needle prick my spruce root
around 
Let's get together and get down.
I know it's crazy 1, 2, 3 times a lady

Oh no, I've got the notion.
Let's get together 
And start
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street
Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet
Took a penny from my pocket
In his tin cup I did drop
New York (indistinct)
Stanton Isle, up state, Tri-state
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Just for my people
Get down
of coin
Picking up the pennies from the road
Guided by direction in the wake of stars
We were driven by a dream that's broken down
But the bandwagon's
of coin
Picking up the pennies from the road
Guided by direction in the wake of stars
We were driven by a dream that's broken down
But the bandwagon's
the needle with a penny or a peso
See all the style used to create with
One turntable and a broken 808, uh-uh

(horns) Get Funky(x3)
(horns) Get Funky(x3
laid his head on a pillow of down.
Kisses she gave him three.
With a penny knife that she held in her hand
She murdered mortal he.

"Get well, get
And I'll lit one for you, 
I hope the message made it's way down the wire. 

Put a penny in the slot and make an 
Artificial li-ii-iight shine, 
Leave
I was sitting on my fire escape and I saw
Sturdy bridges, decorated with dirty pigeons
A vagabond begging for three pennies and a princess
Ridin' on the City of New Orleans
Illinois Central, Monday mornin' rail
15 cars and 15 restless riders
Three conductors, 25 sacks of mail

All
rd degree
And comin' in you get the 3rd world war

Tuesday after school
We put our pennies on the rails
And when the train went by
We were jumpin' round
[verse 1]
The Black falling down, its goin down
No subject matter, I don't hear it goin around
Minds over matter , they don't mind cause
We don't
slowly whist he is sleeping 

Feed him with poison, bring the monarchy down 
Our sin is rebellion, in black arts crowned 

3 covens of 39 
In 1591