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they asked him how to do some he'd say just like Noah built the ark
You got to hold your mouth right son and never miss your mark
To be tough
A room and a meal
And a garbage disposal
A lawn and a hose'll
Be strictly genteel.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog
A room and a meal
And a garbage disposal
A lawn and a hose'll
Be strictly genteel.

Mark volman & howard kaylan:
Reach out your hand to the girl in the dog
to dispel the darkness 
Cast upon your soul by inhabitants of Mount Caucus 
Who praise the dead, and not the true and living 
Killed Jesus and said, that
with him
The walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose again
the Sunz of Man, chosen men
Like lightning, striking, from the East
The Holy
We have walked in the shadows
Been through the storms
Fought many battles living to learn
But all I can feel is Your peace by my side

Down in
Follow the light
And we'll make it through

He'll give you peace
In the midst of your storm

Sometimes I feel like it's too late for me

But he'll
desciples
Expand your mission, man to women
When they attack do you plan to give in
Or do you do like I do and say praise the lord and pass the ammunition
Praise me, oh god, things I have done
Raise the introspect, wars I have won
Rise me, oh god, stand still the end
Send in the solace one, wars
of y'all are going to hell with him
The walls of hell, are closing in, disciples, we rose again
the Sunz of Man, chosen men
Like lightning, striking, from
the nina for our be foes in a gamble
That's what life is and it's hard to handle
When the bible says worship this by the scriptures written by man though
a wreckin' yard in a switchblade storm
In a wheelbarrow with nothin' but revenge to keep him warm
And a half a million dollars in unmarked bills
Was
would be easy (nobody)
Do I have enough in me

[Chorus: x2]

And the answer is (Jesus)
My savior (Jesus)
The calm in the midst of the storm (Jesus)
the night.
Because you care for me. (care for me, care for me)

So right in the midst of my storm, I have peace within
My heart.
I know that your by my side,
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam
She'll be by his side
But he doesn't
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch
If at any time he's in a jam
She'll be by his side
But he doesn't
from every nation
Dressed in the spotless garments of the redeemed
With a loud voice they echoed praises to their King

I saw a mighty throne around
I'll make your eyes glisten 
To the rows and the ructions of Flannigan's ball.

Six long months I spent in quincy
Six long months doing nothing
And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same
How that in Bethlehem was born the son of god by name

"Fear not, then," said the angel, "Let
the sun

Kept his secret, always

We believed in those of such poems
As grace has left its mark
An error on our dark illusions
We walk by them for
Made his house my home enter the zone
Buried him in front law put up a tombstone
I seen bammy that's my nickname for bamboo
She like "what up tone?
A lonely mother gazing out of her window
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side,
But he
hands full of praise

But one has come
One has one

Rushing like a spirit from a wineskin bag
Settled by your sister like it's never going back
Girls, rub on your titties (Yeah)
Yeah fuck it I said it rub on ya titties
New York City gritty committee, pity the fool that act shitty
In the midst
A lonely mother gazing out of her window 
Staring at a son that she just can't touch.
If at any time he's in a jam she'll be by his side, 
But he