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Skinny young man 
With born again eyes 
And a Jesus tattoo on his arm 
Leans on the wall 
While the traffic goes by 
The gas-mart at Fairview
History can never be made by one man  we must smash this one quickly 
History is made only by the masses of the people  this is clear 
Even
I go by the name Kishar Anderson
Born on 2.3.90
And I must say, my life, I've been through a lot
It hasn't been an easy road for me.

But one
[Verse:]
Ten generations of Constantins
Lived very comf'table lives
They were contented to live in style
Supported by their wives
Daughters
These ghosts are good at what they do. haunting hallways floors imprinted by 24 years of footsteps. the ceiling is wearing thin and any day it
must, I must increase my bust

I've got to admit I'm obsessed by tits
I've had this problem since I was a kid
I used to look up to my Auntie Marie
People said to lock the door and have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change and slowly slip away
But if I have to live in fear,
on calling back to my friend can he hear us- can he hear us look him in the eyes won't you write me again, won't you say this is the end eight years gone by
Friends have said to lock the door
And have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change
And slowly slip away

But if I have to live
As innocence dies
All tranquility subsides
Running trepidation
Isolated now
Separating all ideas
Must escape but how

With no loss of pride
the idea
I must be real, 'cause somehow I feel
That I'm just the idea

Let's share the blue of the towering sky
The green of the hills that roll by
According to the prophecy

[Bridge]
It would be so nice
To hook up in paradise
By all means we must go
Or are you in the low
Like all the way up, so child,
And a better way
According to the prophecy

[Bridge]
It would be so nice
To look up at paradise
By all means we must go
Or are you in the know
Like all
Sideways, cockamamie
The idea is just a little too brainy
That a fine girl like you would
Bumpty-bump with a midnight fool
I took the fall in
You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
As do those who surround you
Well I have seen you
Friends have said to lock the door
And have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change
And slowly slip away

But if I have to live
People said to lock the door and have an open house no more
The said the Factory must change and slowly slip away
But if I have to live in fear,
You are terrified by the smallest sound
Because you live your life in such a sheltered world
As do those who surround you
Well I have seen you
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Proverbs 3:6, 1 Peter 5:8, Matthew 16:24

Smell the burning powder?
There's danger in the air
A voice from
The outer space takeover.
Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea brought by our fellow night owls
Their stories have been mocked
Their ideas have
The outer space takeover.
Worlds collide in a dreary pre-determined idea 
brought by our fellow night owls
Their stories have been mocked
Their ideas have
Going down a dirty inner city side road
I plotted
Madness passed me by, she smiled hi
I nodded
Looked up as the sky began to cry
She shot it.

Met
Confidence-it drops like filth in bathroom stalls.
Privacy-it leaks through un-completed walls.
Forced by public failures, now you must recall.
the waning form
The lines we fought to fit have now become our own
We cannot be tied down by roughly cut threads from the patterns of the CEOs
We must learn
I need something, I need some sweet thing
 I need something to help me get on, help me get on by
 Love thing
 Sometimes I feel like I've been