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Droughts and floods worldwide genocide in Darfur
The church denied science hating all things Darwinian
And armed Israeli troops kill rock throwing
N' bow in style, talk about a big parley
Where grace puts out the fires of hell,
This is what he had to say
Come on down to the ol' church house,
of me
All potential took back into peasantry
My mental is fucked and I'm miserable
One broken family radiates
My neighbors just fine by the looks of it
the fair and righteous, uh
All I kept hearing was keep preparin', keep your faith, keep your bearings
Don't be left out
Every Sunday up in the church
after any number, and that number goes by a
Hundred
(see how simple that is!)
With church, maybe you place six Zero's after a number,
And I guess you're
aint right
I'm slipping fast at home all I do is fight and yell
My grades start to crash plus I ran away from home twice
And almost got shot by the cops
Words & Music by Paul Brandt
She's been in 4-H since she was nine years old
She wears overalls and has a heart of gold
She likes ATV'S
It's only a shanty
In old Shanty Town
The roof is so slanty it touches the ground.
But my tumbled down shack by that old railroad track,
Like
and shout out his praise
We'll become His hands and feet
And give glory to His name
We've become pure and brighter
And sealed by His love
O... Refined in
in my closet
What's so bounded by sound is that her word never left me
While the departed all counting sheep, I am busy counting my blessings
Unc been
“Hard Up” Harry standing on the street
Trying to make friends with every girl he meets
Mavis drives by in her car.
She says "Harry, what are you
We're independent
No new friends without a question
It's like a meadow of unspoken sins like
Who's to live by?
Once a homie now you can give a
Fuck if he
By your good book's standards, I've sinned like a champion
But that book seems a tad bit out-dated
please forgive me, for questioning divinity
It's
lose
Will she lose
Will she lose
Her virginity
Well he takes her out on prom night
And he shows her a good time
Will he be in her pants by nine?
baby
Hitchhike if you want to
He said how sweet it is to be loved by you
My brother, my brother
We were very close to one another
My brother, my brother
she's great, this a different world,
Checkin' out my wife's chemistry with my little girl
It's so amazin' playin', life is so crazy
I've grown up
a bore
I don't want to hear it anymore
It's by no means an immaculate conception
Too many bodies lying around
Pushing daisies out the ground
minutes, then we passed out
And I was so in love I thought I knew what love was all about.
In church on Sunday making out in front of the preacher.
You
the slot and watch the
Drunken sailor boy dance.
She will not let you be
Her lov-ver.
She goes out looking for
The taxi.
Her phone is ringing
No, I never was in Vietnam
I never once dove into an empty
swimming pool
I never let the carpet walk right out
from under me
I never painted
And found out you was 'bout it
Me and you is automatic
I feel like I'm an addict
Somethin' wrong in my attic
Is filled with snake and bats
Need a room
through me
Unholy and unruly
Clothes rippin' and it hurts
Feelin' my bones break
Teeth are fallin' out and I got
Fangs sharp as saw blades
My face extends
dancin' like a thot (Iyoh)
Uber models through white house, I am really him
Hirayamas over white girls, my opinion
Billiato movin' out the shelf, shit is
Start up the engine
Let's get out by heading away from here
And there's no next year for me here
Take hits and pass it
And let all the ashes fall
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