Lyrics:
to the apostles
She ran to spread the word
Send us to shout the good news
That we have seen the Lord
For James, O Lord, we praise you
Who fell to Herod's sword
Who
to the apostles
She ran to spread the word
Send us to shout the good news
That we have seen the Lord
For James, O Lord, we praise you
Who fell to Herod's sword
Who
morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So
The Holy Apostle Saint Paul, the healer of the sick
Your message is virtuous
You who received the crown
Beseech and pray for all of us
So God may
a saint
In 2068
They'll keep a vigil burning in your name
With the gospel of a parking valet on the way
Apostles from the mall won't let
You fall from
morning, life is fine
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the gospels
So they'll
morning, life is fine
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle
Knew that I would make it if I tried
Then when we retire, we can write the gospels
So they'll
family, friends and money
And leave it all for Jesus like the brave Apostles twelve
Peter, Andrew, James and Phillip, Thomas, Simon, Matthew
Apostles
Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine
Don't disturb me now I can see the answers
Till this evening is
It had been a bad day in court for James
He had spent the day defending his client, a
Russian resident alien who was in the country on a student
born, both a sinner and a saint
I'm a calm car crash
And like a stray bullet breaking some glass
I can't be stopped i am the best at it
I am the one i am
At the head is Christ the Pantocrator
On a field of gold tiles
On the second rank stand the
Apostles who gaze without smiles
Saint James gives
who are you?
Doctor who?
Apostle who?
Bishop who?
What good is you being popular on earth but anonymous in Heaven
Saints it's time to get rid
a King James in the dresser
And I take it out sometimes
But Lord knows, I ain't measured
Up to what's inside
And they say that that's okay
But I keep
Saint James
Prends l'espace, fonsdé dans la pièce
Prends du cash, moula en espèces
OG kush, Cali dans le dorhé
Honey Saint, Honey Saint James
Elle m'a
Tell them here we go
Got my people going psycho
You can't tell me no
You won't never break the cycle
Tell me what you know about apostles
Well everybody knows about James and John
And how Peter's the rock God built upon
Yeah, but nobody knows about little old me
The other black sheep
Yeah, yeah, STK bitch
Alec's even worse
Huh? Ha, alright, yeah
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Modern day apostle you could call me Peter, Paul
James or John, Son of Thunder staying strong like the eagle’s claw
I ain’t afraid to risk it all, not
I went down to Saint James Infirmary,
To see my sweetheart there...
She was lying on the table,
So white, so cold, so bare.
Well I went to old Joe's
eine Pussy, hättest gerne Schwanz?
Komm zu uns! Wir stellen dich an!
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I don't believe in Satan
I don't believe in Heaven
I don't believe in Hell
In salvation or in sin
I don't believe in Saints
Apostles or in prayers
I
morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So
their stupid games
Boys will be boys
Bullies called you by name
Mother said with a smiling face
I'll keep you straight
Sweet James
Sweet Saint James
Sweet
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