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coffins
In top hats and tails

Fly away, little bird
Fly away, flap your wings
Fly by night
Like the early Roman kings

All the early Roman kings
In
as the Romans do.
Feeling my weakness, a coward for company
I joined the ranks of the hot and hungry
To teach what it means to have love for your country

We
see a black man with a white woman
At the top floor they gone come to kill King Kong
Middle America packed in
Came to see me in my black skin
Number one
has been thrown
Contempt for the Christian reign
The poison seed now sewn
And if by chance all is lost
Cut down by Roman steel
We'll suffer not
riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack

We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin
I'm riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack

We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
King-size, we were crushin'
Trouble by the dozen
Stakes have never been higher
Come back when you're younger
'Cause I can feel the thunder
1-800-GUITAR

Ooooh
the one who is born king of the Jews?
We saw his star in the east and we have come to worship him"

Lord we have traveled far
Torn and weary guided by
I`m riding piggy-back 
Then I came to her shack 

We go inside the place it`s a mess 
She said my name`s the liquid poetess 
She unties her mouth
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Came charging to get what we got
They offered the crown and the offered the throne
I already got what I
I've pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
"Silence !" the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad
As they say in Latin
(I came, I saw, I conquered)

 Down by the shores of sunny Italy
 In our little rendezvous
 We kissed and then we kissed
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Came charging to get what we got
They offered the crown and the offered the throne
I already got what I
need, of some, stranger's hand 
In a, desperate land 

Lost in a Roman, wilderness of pain 
And all the children are insane 
All the children are
One day a roman soldier
In a shameful gambling game
Won the blood stained garment
That once had clothed my king
Just a cheap robe of Lenin 
No
of nothing
Now I'm the king of everything
I am the king of nothing

Oh, where do we disappear?
Into the silence that surrounds us
And then drowns us in
I've pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
"Silence!" the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad
them down one by one
We'll lay it down, it's not been found, it's not around

Let the seasons begin
Let the seasons begin, take the big king down

Let
Iraq gets more irate,
We really know nothing about them
And no one cares.
Aladdin and the forty thieves
Enhanced by brand new special effects.
Well we were kissing
It was secret
We'd had to sneak beyond the kitchen
Both well aware that there'd be trouble
If the manager should find us
riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack

We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
And her buckskin
land

King who was scorned with a crown of thorns
A sadist who tormented mandkind since he was born
Your throne we will burn
You shall never return
In many a time, in many a land,
With many a gun in many a hand,
They came by the night, they came by the day,
Came with their guns to take us away
I'm riding piggy-back
Then I came to her shack

We go inside the place it's a mess
She said my name's the liquid poetess
She unties her mouth
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Hebrews 6:1a, Romans 1:17, Philippians 1:6

We're content to pitch our tent
When the glory's evident
Seldom