Lyrics:
he smiles and hides his face
...he's king again
GODDESS OF THE GREEN FIELDS
I don't think about her anymore
I don't think about her at all
...at
The last vestige of hope lives in the hidden king
Only he troubles the dark one's mind
Only he could bring ruin to the black foe
Though the land lies down
and grow mind is in diamond back time
Now it's king for a day with my lady look fine
Got my peakin' up hat and my caramel mask
Tremelo car, got my speidel
of it all
By cutting off the strings we used to pull
And reaching deep for thoughts and ways to
Bring us back to better days
'Till king and queen pass out
long (long)
I'm weak every day of the week
But I still tell bro's, "Little bro, stay strong"
Crocodile teeth come Colgate bronze (bap, bap)
What are
bags full of money
All them honeys in the coupe
Took me under wing
Training to make me
King
Aint no hope in the streets
I was soaking up the dream
Til
on the new wave
Church going up on a Tuesday
I've been working out for days
Just Dey play
Dey play
Dey play Dey play Dey play
Just Dey play
Dey play
Dey play
America's as lonely as a widow and I am as tired as a king in four more =
Days I'll be home again and home is a wonderful thing its twenty to six =
Lean, push off
Lean, push off
Lean, push off
A million kings in New York
Pretend I'm human
Witness riffs and useless gifts
Twist to console
Foretold by prophetic eye
Scourges upon lands he never stood
Predicting our race to die
Seeing the days
Of hideous plague
When nature released disease
within
Agonizing pain and death
Well, it's burning everything that's left
Kneel before the one so true
He's the king of all and even you
Darkness ruling
Even the shadows were crying
All was so sad on that tragic day
Their love was marred by one stupid war
And their holy flame will not burn anymore
You're mesmerized by our swings and sways
Bombshells go off and set this place ablaze
Well, would you look at this
Let me draw your attention
To this
remain here
Trapped in pain
Grim future
Bright as day
Dead on the battle field
Wrought by fickle king
Whose horrors will not be forgotten
Smoke reveals old
servant
Jesus Prince of peace
Lamb of God Messiah
How worthy is Your name
Worthy is Your name
One day we'll see our Saviour
In clouds of glory come
the Royals on their wedding day
Do you honestly care what the Kings and Queens and Corgis say?
Do you know what you've done wrong?
Do you know what you've
There is the king of the crowned stupidity
Mechanical thing who made an only one will
Swallowing like an endless hole and taking away your humanity
the dust still doesn't stay
And no one believes it
Except you
Hugging the doubt
Things don't change at all
Well-known outsider
By your side
And that is all
or high school talent show
A guitar, an ENO hanging by the fire off of Friendship-Ledford Road
Danbury for the day, fried chicken finger-lickin' riverside
ain't it your foolish heart which rules your hand
ain't it a greedy thought to cheat a friend
Martin ain't it your silent wish to be the king
ain't
A pack of clowns went cruising to a bar on King downtown
Their noses turning redder from the drinks they all washed down
When firemen took issue
now he's stuck slinging curse of his upbringing
No reward for these corner boys so he thinking he should be kingpin
To wage war on these whores by force
mayhem
Yeah, prepare for mayhem
Yeah, prepare for mayhem
A fist to the face and a finger to the case
Of corrupted days, nevertheless praised
By broken
she's the queen to your king
The one who makes your heart sing
You don't need diamonds and things
Her smile is your bling
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