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cry no more
Wonders what his heart is beating for
Says he takes it much too hard
Give my regards to B.J.

In a fit of rage he tore down all her
home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.

BJ the DJ you're living
home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.

BJ the DJ you're living
home alive
She warned against his loss of sleep
And driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five

B.J. the D.J. you're living much
home alive

She warned against his loss of sleep and driving fast in that old heap
And that he had to be at work by five.

BJ the DJ you're living
I got pulled over
One more!
Cop said come into the woods with me, boy!

I gotta watch my step
I gotta ???
One mile you forget! (??)
A Roy
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more

What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
by every wave 
My faith is like shifting sand 
So I stand on grace 

Stand on grace 

I've begged You for some proof 
For my Thomas eyes to see
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
[Intro]

Turn on the faucet...mm-hmm
Uh-huh (x5)
You and you throw your hands up
If you in the back come on, throw your hands up
If you in the front,
Come gather 'round friends and I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits ran a-plenty
But the cardboard-filled windows and old men
of doubt
While Thomas More waits in the Tower of London
Watching the sands running out
And measures the hours out
From here to oblivion
In actions that
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score
Brubeck
We come now, frantically searching for Thomas Moore, rainbow villages
Up on suddenly, Charlie Mingus and our man Abdul Malik
to add bass,
really a prism i guess
It just broke in a funny way
I found it on my way from texas
Headed for l.a.

This guitar was given me
By old man thomas gray
on your door what for
pregnant? what're you talking about this for
fifteen, she's underage that's raw
and against law 5 years or more
and she wants a score
to keep my fam tight even if we don't hang out no more
Ya still my man aiight, see money changes many things
You go from just gettn' by to shopping
[words & music by Thomas C. Hansen]

No more time to waste
Let's fly into space
Crossing the universe
I can see the star light

With the speed
reading common sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I’m intense or I’m insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation
So listen to my declaration
the three ships of Berik sail once again.]

[Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson]
[Music by Christofer Johnsson]

Leitmotif of the Gothic Army

Jordanes told us
money
And that clock strikes 4:20, and you want to get high
No bills get sent when you can't pay the rent
Everyday i get bent yo so i can get by
I'm
is, so obnoxious
I sew motherfuckers like Osh Koshes
And insert cock in bitches crotches
Blaze by phony niggaz like fiber optics
Life goes out to BJ
Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly
So sad and singing sadly
A violet plucked from mother’s grave

Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the gutter
how're you gonna get your debt plan through

I guess I'm gonna fin'ly have to listen to you

Really

Talk less, smile more

Ha

Do whatever it