Lyrics:
We looked behind of her
Supported by poor hints we had
We would remind
Eventual lies
The tricks and the spells cast by mother and dad.
Existence is
I walk in the light I walk in the dark
I walk in the faith I walk in the heart
I walk in my skin I walk in my flesh
I walk in my spirt I walk through
needs a new necklace
Either that or you walk around sexless
Policies are written by the selfish
But the poor are the ones who are selfless
Let’s keep it
I was born by the theatre down on Main Street
Across the road from the snooker hall and the poor souls
Sleeping on shop front floors
Down on Main
This old car has seen the ages since the second of the world wars
Bought by a Jersey family on the cutting edge of poor
A ragged wife and weary
Its a Sunday low All the rolling takes its toll
Can leave you lonely dry and cold Can leave you feeling rather old
You take a walk outside You see
heart was fragile (fragile)
Now I don't laugh
1 get angry at everything
(Cough voice)
I want to make them proud
Do something great
I have so many ideas in
my heart away
Forever true it flies to you
My own dear Galway Bay
My chosen bride is by my side Her brown hair silver-grey
Our daughter Rose as like
years old locked in prison
Don’t freeload on my vision
Get exposed like an R&B ho
With a sex tape hidden
I’m always for the business
Forever you can feel
it's really about."
You've got to give a little, take a little,
And let your poor heart break a little.
That's the story of, that's the glory
weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer
the blues , is a achin' old heart disease
The blues, is a low-down achin' heart disease
Like consumption, killing me by degrees
I can study rain, oh oh
empty
And he's revealed my emptiness true
I welcomed Death as an old friend- He told me quit calling
In a blood rage, caged. I screamed "Why You
losin',?Poor old Erin's isle
They began abusin',?"Hurrah me soul," says I,
My shillelagh fly;?Some Galway boys were by,
Saw I was a hobblin',?Then with a loud
the arc
And gives us hope
Like a celestial spark.
The ark of the covenant
Is protected
By the angelic brethren
Of the spectrum.
A new testament
In an old
The chants that only serve to divide
The police link with the revenue, the royalties slide
Now as poor old joy gardener bites the dust
Why should I give
to be a wanted man
I met him by the river
Where he came to wash his clothes
He was nothin' like the others in our town
I was drawn to the dangers
And got let down again by some poor excuse for protest
Yeah, by idiot fucking hippies in fifty different factions
Who are locked inside some kind of 60's
lack of soul
Whose misty fire, muses soul
Kneeling by the harm
Which is promising the way
His poor essence, under the truth
love and heart polish
To you who live by rape and plunder
I'll shoot or hang with scant remorse
My Old Reliable the avenging thunder
Else my rope and faithful horse
Your
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing
Poor old Erin's isle they began abusing
"Hurrah me soul!" says
to be good""
Life goes by fast take it slow
One day you're young and the next day you're old
He used to tell me all this at our fishin' hole
I used
the poor in disorder
Sorted by class
Shore to a Shore
Shine in the sea
But not sure to attract
Get your Head Shot-Lights On
Teleprompt that
Dead waves-Mic's
caskets
Too familiar and it's so tragic
Trying to change for the better
But steadily getting haunted by my old habits
Voice muffled in economy class
Poison
.jpg/214px-Sleigh_Bells_C04_(8176850057).jpg "Alexis Krauss")
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