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it's Your blood

What can wash away our sins?
What can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood of Jesus
What can wash us
the walls
You put up the walls
And hold all my calls
I'll be by the pool

Won't you please
Worship me
And won't you love
What I adore

All alone
In
Blood blood blood
Where do the boys lie
Mud mud mud
How does the grass grow
Blood blood blood

But I lived a blind life
A white face in prison
But
, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus
Nothing, nothing, nothing but the blood of Jesus

Now by this I'll overcome
Now by this I'll reach my home
They're 5 miles high
As the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails
Across a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East
Towards the West
With balaclava
Sitting by the fire, listening to the radio 
He knows his life will never be nothing but OK 
Sometimes at night you can hear Jack pray 
Jack worships
People of the earth your world is crap
You ain't even on the universe map
People of the earth you do not rock
You are nothing but a fluffy frock
Jesus it's Your blood

What can wash away our sins?
And what can make us whole again?
Nothing but the blood
Nothing but the blood of Jesus

And what can
[G. Rodgers / R. Martinez]

deity's blood, spilled for you
For indeed Christ was our passover
Hanging on a bloodied cross
A bloodied cross

Human
The masses are going to battle
And as we learn from history now
They'll all die tor nothing and nobody even cares

Slaughtered in sodom

Living
We suck the blood of the beast
And hold the key to deaths door


Through many a tormented night prevail
Thy excorsions can but fail
Though crucifix
To why the ways of the blind will never get
Shit but shanked by my disrespect
Dismiss this life, worship death
Cold blood night of serpent's breath
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
be what we're gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain't afraid if
but a ball
Pray the horizon never comes

The hearts of the daughters of the men,
Won by the softness of the sons of women’s hands
To leave it up
Schoolhouse hallway like a prairie highway sprawls
The drop off spins away the sun
The getting there just proves it’s nothing but a ball
Pray the horizon never
of the radio by my bed
With Thomas Wolfe whispering in my head

When I was in school I ran with kid down the street
But I watched him burn himself up
And after years in dark tunnels
He came to silence

There was nothing

He realized that the cheering cries of worship
Were but echoes of his
They're 5 miles high as the crow flies
Leavin' vapour trails against a blood red sky
Movin' in from the East toward the West
With Balaclava
at thirty-seven.
Cliff: One of us went to his high school prom, but with his
Boyfriend.
Aurelio: One of us was a high school cross-country champion.
Michael: And one
Nothing but blood could satisfy these carnal needs. I am your master, superior I reign. Poised just above you on this death-distorted chain.

[Solo]
the trees
And the radio's singing song
All the favorite melodies

He was a navy man
Stationed in Newport news
She was a high school queen
With nothing
gonna be
So what do you do with good ole boys like me

Nothing makes a sound in the night like the wind does
But you ain’t afraid if you’re washed in
And now you feel your blood’s on the ceil
You can’t just jitter it away
Nothing’s as the pill
And that’s still your mama
That’s still mama
And let your
were shot down by the National Guard troops 
Just like Uncle Sam I put on my fighting shoes 
School shot down cause there's no more to lose 
Now we're