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to the everyday man
Common table
The body and the blood
Commmon Savior
For God so loved the world
What we need
Is a common creed

I believe in God
usually greener 
Life is usually meaner 
I'm like Ike I die for 
I'd rather be released 
Than controlled by the beast 
It's not my fault 
You're not
Would you work for a reason, Lazyman
Do your thoughts have expression, Lazyman
Does life pass you by while you don't even try
To grab hold
Our creed self control
Search for perfection
For this we'll die

No other way is any good
Life doesn't last
Our belief is heaven sent
Forgive us our
can't disavow

If this is a dream wake me up now
If this is a movie let's edit these scenes out
It would be a PG instead of an X-rated life
If I'd
Why do I love you I love you not only for what you are
But for what I am when I'm with you
I love you not only for what you've made of yourself
Why do I love you I love you not only for what you are
But for what I am when I'm with you
I love you not only for what you've made of yourself
I can't breathe at all
But I find what I've lost
When I look to the cross
For the truth, for the light guiding me

I believe that God is my
roads will cross through many lives
But somehow you survive
Look around
Picture what's in store
Is this the final edit 
Or is the subject now a bore?
To cherish each endeavor
What will they say that I have left behind?
A faithful heritage for all to find
What will they see?
I want my legacy to be
He was
Edit
Okay, let's begin

Compound, a substance composed
Of two or more elements
Chemically combined
In definite proportions by weight

Mixtures, two
forgotten the message
And worships the creeds

"It's War" she cried
"It's War" she cried
"This is War!"
Drop your possessions
All you simple folk
You
to be
If you're living life afraid?

[Chorus]
The hammer is my symbol
The banner that I wave
The motto of my creed
Carved upon my grave
I life for
of emotion

Sheltered by creed, one piled on one
Do you have a little room for one small one?

Light shine, wild and free
Sunrise

Weep for me, and I
the land
Forest ravaged by greed
Corporate lies being bought
Destruction for profit their creed

Surrounded by nonpoint filth
Pollution's silent killer
war
Wicked stampeding hordes
Kirisute gomen

I will never be what they
Want me to
I live by my own path in life
No turning
Back now, I won't be held
to be
If you're living life afraid?

[Chorus]
The hammer is my symbol
The banner that I wave
The motto of my creed
Carved upon my grave
I life for
A call to stand up and fight
A call to all non-believers
This is a call
A call to stand for what's right

Demonstrate show just how backwards you are
just appreciate life (scratching)

As I search for the right way to start this
the beat goes on regardless
so a brother might as well say something
I
War at 33 1/3
Haven't you heard
I got quick and clever
At the level of a scientist
With this list my fist pumps chumps
And don't miss
Sorry
Well I've talked to the wind and I've listened to rain
I have climbed to the clouds and I've cried out with pain
This life is for living so come
They say good fences
Make good neighbors
 
For you my friend
This might be true
 
But you still gotta put
The boards on the windows
can't go home

This is England
What we're supposed to die for
This is England
And we're never gonna cry no more

Black shadow of the Vincent
Falls
a knife

The blood is the life, and Christ I defy.
My sworn enemy... birth of a new creed.

Is this my reward for serving God's own war?
The blood
his wits and by his gun

He met a girl like none he'd ever known
She cared not for the wild oats he had sewn
And, so, he laid his gun down and set his