Lyrics:
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
Small change got rained on with his own thirty-eight,
And nobody flinched down by the arcade
And the marquees weren't weeping, they went
the light will bring to all a harvest
Good and plenty but for those who don't
Don't believe it, their life will still
Will still be empty
Taste and see that
I saw the jean newsboy cap
And yo body flaunting sin out the back
You'd be the one if I ever slide the at
Would I be cramping with yo whole
Well the sun is coming through the window
And it's barely blocking out
That devil on the screen who's telling us
Who we gotta be
I guess we
"I don't mind this"
It could be so much worse
Than living the obverse
He knew he had a home
No matter how much it hurts
He'd see the rich and famous
of the extreme
Of the unknown the newsboys' muttering
Becomes another murmuring the smell
Of medicine, a fragrantness not to be spoiled
The bed, the books,
the basement where uncles were fighting
It hadda be howled on the streets by newsboys to bus conductors
It hadda be foghorned into New York harbor
It hadda
Out in the square, a man in a raincoat
Standing there
We met by the land where the newsboy cries
He stole my heart with his laughing eyes
We smiled
If you can't run with man
How can you run with horses
If you want to advance
You shouldn't try to force it
Just stick to His plan
Not for mans
To Answer Every Call
And Through It All
You're By My Side For Life...
Sha La La, La La La
Let's Grow Old Together
Sha La La, La La La
We're Unstoppable
I'm pourin' up
Got Nike's on so I'm runnin' one
High as fuck but I'll fuck you up
200 miles, 100 blunts
Hard to be real when you gotta keep it basic
I
it, you the one who asked for it
Street dreams for the NAC
I keep peace, but I stack it, the MAP
Is still lost in the attic, and it may be
I’ll turn PVM
here to spread the facts; newsboy
It’s not about we tho Christ is the hero
Blood ran red like flaming hot Cheetos
Then sin was a wrap like burritos
Yes
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
feel alive (Bounce)
You will be the last thing on my mind (Bounce)
No regrets, do you know what that means?
Well, it’s hot, it’s loud, it’s wild
We
at the market:
There was nothing left to observe
I tipped the newsboy with a fortune
Rearranged his words into your name
I tried to build your cyborg copy
But it
well that we would be caught
But it seems so easy here
To forget that we're not on our own
But we can't escape this
These people we follow
These
Conveyor belts are moving
And I want you to be sure of that
Tell me
And if you let it germinate
I know it will be worth the wait
Disputed by the news
another minute just to give everybody a movie never seen
I hit 'em with another elbow
Let me get up everybody that be moving with The Conglomerate
another minute just to give everybody a movie never seen
I hit 'em with another elbow
Let me get up everybody that be moving with The Conglomerate
surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Catch 'em by surprise
Let's go
Bounce to the beat, people hands up
Everybody in the place stand up
And jump it, shake
be the one)
Let me be the one that's always in your dreams
Let me be the one who be right by your side
Let me be the one, let me be the one
I'm
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