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There were three men, came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die!
Well,
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die.

They've
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
They've
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.

They've
There were three men came out of the West,
Their fortunes for to try,
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die.

They've
behind the plough
Throw your wine in the face of nothing

Feel the sea anemone
Children played in the rockery garden
We're all John Barleycorn
We're
like John before him, this Jesus must die.

ALL (inside) 

Must die, must die, this Jesus must, Jesus must, Jesus must die!
So like John before Him, this Jesus must die

For the sake of the nation this Jesus must die
Must die, must die, this Jesus must die
So like John
You're tryin' make me you by seasoning 
Up my mind with see Jane run, see John walk in a hardcore New York 
It doesn't exist no way, no how 
It seems
I was Cleopatra, I was young and an actress
When you knelt by my mattress, and asked for my hand
But I was sad you asked it, as I laid in a black
to the mountain
I've walked down by the sea
I never questioned no one
And no one questioned me

My love was given freely
And oftimes was returned
I never came
want to scream, but I just chill by the end of the week
How many punks must I kill?
I'm sicking up picnics, I'm robbing on good so after dark
Stay
they'll still talk about us when we've died.

JESUS

The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care, this wine
the Gospels,
So they'll still talk about us when we've died.

JESUS

The end...is just a little harder, when brought about by friends.
For all you care,
Now Alice needed money.  I put ten dollars on the breeze.
As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees.
And as a hurricane passed by, she
by the wall 

"Wake up, wake up, the foe's inside!" 
John is the first, who hear's the cries 
"Wake up, wake up, the foe's insidel" 
Everyone runs
goodbye.
Goodbye.
My life will end, I want no more.
I cry out loud, Lord save my soul.
Can't you see the pain in my eyes, sorrowful but I don't want to die
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
refreshment before we set course

Changing the course now, we must get in touch
Triple afford, he must not escape
Our breath in their neck they feel our
love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why my shorty had to die
I reminice over my ghetto princess everyday
Give it up for my shorty
Of that leap of evolution

By the very definition of Apocalypse
Mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form
We'll have evolved into
Did you ever get the felling you're being followed?

Are you not familiar with the Revelations of St.John
The final book of the Bible, prophesied
our lot, we ourselves must be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men, we will live forever, or die by suicide.

(Abraham Lincoln, address
hot
Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks
Fuck a playa hater, cause I was all about real niggas
Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce side