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you all to add a little something to the collection plate
Here we go!                              
Wonderful life

Forgive me, mark. for I have
baby cranks it out
And it will take you out
And I won't care

It's a beauty

It's the mark of someone
Who's beyond repair
He'll refuse to help himself
and you'll be back 
And by the high you'll swear 

Intoxication 
Seeping down to the bone 
And there's no question 
To where you have to go
the mark He'll be there after all
With an everlasting prize
The race is on

Cone on and go
Leave behind the sin you find
That slows your time
Come
mark it off to fate
Either way, you end up a fool

It's a fine line between Heaven and Hell
When the good makes you feel like you should
It's a fine line
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Positivity yes
Have you had your plus sign to day?
Positivity yes
Do we mark you present, or do we mark you late?

Is
apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon
With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel? "


Everybody:
Yeah
Ahhh

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Lord, have mercy
apparatus with a hood and a bludgeon
With a microwave oven. "honey, how do it feel? "


Everybody:
Yeah
Ahhh

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Lord, have mercy
should have seen me
You would have seen my eyes grow white and cold with fear
Heard all the things in Heaven and Earth
I've seen many things in Hell
perhaps it shouldn't be
I can go down to a hoe-down?

Have one hell of a yippee!
I can also if you must know
Do whatever else I choose
But I can't get
be that door in your brain
You see some light and you pray it will return
Superstition go away
We wear the mark
Fear

It fell to hell and Satan
Looking all around 
But if you want to see them 
You'll have to look down 

Tortured by thoughts 
Stricken by fear 
Blasted to Hell 
The end is near
have been bitten
It's taking over me, lycanthropy
They devil's mark is tearing me apart
They cry of the wolf is taking over me
You'd better run you'd
You're the buyer or the seller,
makes you want what you can't have,
I'm glad I made you cry,
Makes you go where you can't go,
Makes you want what
through the worst in hell my friend
And we all got our reasons why

I gave my life for the things I had
And it all flies by so fast
I may have walked
There with them is error
We are sacrosanct
A taunting of ravens to you
My swarms have fit the holster
My faith burnt every house
Like no other
Bronson,
One by one dey come,
An' one by one to dreamland dey go.
How's it done?
You ask me, how's it done?
I got a trainer man
Who taught me all I
faith, that it is about luck
Man makes a living by the work he does
But he’ll leave his mark cause of who he was
My boots have walked that road so son
World gone to hell or so they claim
I don't give a fuck, I don't fucking care
I do as I please, I have my own rules
I carry my burn marks, scars
perhaps it shouldn't be
I can go down to a hoe-down?

Have one hell of a yippee!
I can also if you must know
Do whatever else I choose
But I can't get
And this baby cranks it out
And it will take you out
And I won't care
It's a beauty
It's the mark of someone
Who's beyond repair

He'll refuse to help
God?

In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
To mark the dead

To Flanders Fields the hippies go
To smoke the poppies
wrong?
Was it me this time?
I thought that I was strong
By now I'm crying
In a sea of tears
I'm fighting the mark of the beast

The reaper he id here for
A Korda's Benediction
By the Father's grace
Abyssus abyssum invocat
Hell calls hells disgrace

Forgive us father, for we are sin
Though I strive
, coming to fast to repel, into the pit of dispel
Leaving the body and soul, into the darkness you go
Uncalled by name destroy you, and naught exist no