Lyrics:
rhythm fade
Just play that drum, play that number
When the saints come marchin' in
Shake tambourines, play that cornet
That Trumpet horn you won't
And God shall wipe away (Yes sir)
Every tear from the eye (Yes sir)
Get ready for the revolution
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
Saint Michael, pray for us
Holy Angels of God, pray for us
Saint John the Baptist, pray for us
Saint Joseph, pray for us
Saint Peter and Saint Paul, pray
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
worship
Power in worship
Power in the worship of the saints
Come on jam those hands unto the Lord
He has given us breakthrough
By the blood of His son
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way
She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
Ooh Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Ooh
Well way up north where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas
That
muh'fucker at
Everywhere we have on repeat
The jailhouse, Saint Peter, right street
Part of there where dude by the Duvall
Man the fuck up, perservere
us.
Saint Michael, pray for us.
Holy Angels of God, pray for us.
Saint John the Baptist, pray for us.
Saint Joseph, pray for us.
Saint Peter and Saint
And god shall wipe away (yes sir)
Every tear from the eye (yes sir)
Get ready for the revolution
(Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
and champagne
If you feeling overwhelmed by this thing called love
Can the saints say amen? Can the saints say amen?
Sippin' on gin and champagne
Have you
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children
Scream my name
Aww yeah
She a sinner
She a saint
Aww yeah
Come on babygirl and sing my name
Aww yeah
Uhh
She a sinner
She a saint
Aww yeah
Come on babygirl
flowers with every new played chord...why don't you listen by now
Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, uhuh
Yeah, we are the Blooming Saints, alright mama
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way
She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
He's the little saint nick
Little saint nick
He's the little saint nick
Little saint nick
Oooooooo
Merry christmas saint nick
Christmas comes this
Christmas, Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Merry Christmas, Saint Nick
matter in what state I come
I come boldly because of the Son
From sinner to saint I'm changed by You
The wonder of what only grace can do
So no matter in
When The Saints
Traditional
We are all traveling through in footsteps of those that come before
And we will all be reunited on that new and sunlit
Take the streets back like a Guerilla Saint
Outreach like a pack of Guerilla Saints
Bold, but yet humble that's the image of Christ
Those in the dark we
Sisters said come out tomorrow
Before the light fades away
Caught a flight the next morning
Bound for the Lone Star state
Skipped 385
Just to work
comes out by itself I'm less stressed now
Speeding through the toll gates my car looking a wreck now
Sometimes reality just forces you to calm down
Calm
"forever"
I know His word is true
He isn't a saint
He is the one the saints bow to
Come to the Man
The Man of His word
NW - Come on! Saint P - Come on!
Юг и восток? Вы тоже здесь? Come on!
Saint P - Come on! NW - Come on!
Все, кто на проводе, кричите им: \"Come on!\"
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