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Albums:

Live Psalm 69 Tour (Ministry) · Passages Series: 23rd Psalm (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Psalm 9 (Trouble) · Psalm 9 (Trouble) · Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed & The Way to Suck Eggs (Ministry) · Psalm 9 [Bonus DVD] (Trouble) · Psalm 9 (Trouble) · Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed & The Way to Suck Eggs (Ministry) · 23rd Psalm (The New Zion Gospel (Apostolic Church Choir)) · Psalm 69 [Import] (Ministry) – and 34 other albums »


(Ghetto dope)
(5th Ward)
(5th Ward bass)

[ VERSE 1 ]
I'm one bad muthafucka out the Nickel
If a boy think he rough enough, then tell him just
P-S-E thugs
3rd Ward Solja
Wild Magnolia
3rd Ward Solja


I'm an optimal smokin', chopper totin'
Bustin' caps wide open
Top of line coatin',
to the Psalms straight to the one
That I can quote by heart
But the words that used to comfort me are tearing me apart

[Chorus]
He leaded me through death's
There would be psalms sung by a choir
I would have a white robe a halo newly acquired
I'd be at peace and I'd have no desire
If I'd lived right
Words and music by John Lawry and John Elefante
Based on Psalm 17:15

In the likeness of You
Recreated, renewed
Let me awake forever
In the likeness
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Psalm 104:4, Luke 3:6

When the weight of the world begins to show
When the flames of faith begin to die
white folk, I'm learning a lot,
You know what I am, I know what I'm not,

be
Ain't even black, I ain't even white,
I ain't like the day and I ain't like
I'm dancing on the White House lawn
Sipping tea by the Taj Mahal at dawn
Hanging round the gardens of Babylon
Minnie Mouse has got it all sewn up
Some sang their songs
Like they're flying on uppers
So sweet and smug
That I lose my supper

Some mumble psalms
Of solace and virtue
Hang by
I was feeling lonely, feeling blue
Feeling like I needed you
Like I'm walking up surrounded by me

I was feeling lonely, feeling blue
Feeling
It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey
And the pain is starting to slip away, hey hey

I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining
It's a blue, bright blue Saturday, hey hey
And the pain is starting to slip away, hey hey

I'm in a backless dress on a pastel ward that's shining
CHORUS
Distarnish Priest
Distarnish Priest
I'm clean, washed in blood
Sanctified inside out
Oh I'm dead to Satan's grasp
Justified by the cross
VERSE
Trapped by iron bars
Solitary ripping at me inside
A victim of this crazy ward
Must get out of here
No one gets out of here

Force fed
of the clock? 
When will this curtain fall? 
  
How did you carve that psalm? 
I'm sorry but your intellect is really not that sharp 
You're drowning so you
You say a doe and a buck are a couple of deer
And the truth in your mouth is a psalm to my ear
I gotta go but I’m staying and I don’t give a damn
You
at eight o'clock and then 
You'll see how I am not the crazy one
Voices tell me I'm the shit

Twenty days go by and every day looks the same

I'm
Words by Bob Hartman
Based on Psalm 37:23-24

Standing on the corner I was losing track of time
When away in the distance saw an old friend of mine
Trapped by iron bars
Solitary ripping at me inside
A victim of this crazy ward
Must get out of here
No one gets out of here

Force fed
[Lyrics by Thomas Karlsson (German translation by Dr. Christian Rätsch)]
[Music by Christofer Johnsson/Kristian Niemann]

Ersteig' den höchsten
my daughter"

She and I went on the run
Don't care about religion
I'm gonna marry the woman I love
Down by the Wexford border

She was Nancy
Moon shinin' down through the palms
Shadows movin' on the sand
Somebody whisperin' the twenty-third psalm
Dusty rifle in his tremblin' hands
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
of you guppies get heart
Nigga rewind my part and

Bow down, when I come to my town
Bow down, when I'm west-ward bound
Bow down, 'cause I ain't no hater
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit

You