Lyrics:
the Bullock Family Mass Choir sings it, it can go from 4 minutes to 10 minutes like a revival song.
Gather in your tools, your work is all done. Gather in your
all waiting on you...
Especially you
The candles were lit with care by acolytes
Those are the kids that wear the robes and
The older folks in the black
All God's creatures got a place in the choir
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on a telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands
at Roscoe's
Chicken and Waffles
Over grits and eggs
Prayed over by a greasy hand man with a handkerchief
In his pocket
I know that
I know food ain't free
But I
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
a quaver in A major
The people say what they need is a saviour
So take a fruit from the Asymme-tree
Thelonious planted in his day as a seed
The "bop" plant
the corner
Down at the edge, round by the river
Sudden problems shouldn't take away the startled memory
All in all, the journey takes you all the way
the revolution against father John Jay
Be donned in Wakanda cosplay
Can P Funk motherships be mass produced like
Honda, Hyundai
Is Elon Musk gone leave all us
sisters
Then the thought made me sick, what if I was his victim
See my whole life, I have always sang in the choirs
I even sang in my school, I always sang
thrusting in and out, her meaty, plump cunt vacuuming the prick of the hatebeast, sucking it inside her womb, uterus overwhelmed by the sheer size of his apex
Every Sunday God wakes up to everybody's problems
All those voices asking for forgiveness
Half asleep he waves his hand to quickly mass absolve
pushed in on the trays, it was shoved in the cell
By hands covered with latex gloves
Cooks in the kitchen had laced his drinks
The wild ass physician,
Get shot, you run and try to save them
And now you sittin' there with all the blood on your hands
Worried' about your children
Cause they stay up in
private, all of it
But we are not afforded
The luxury of privacy
Especially not at this time in our lives
I can feel my hand shaking as I grip
Onto the metal
Everybody's gotta have
Flesh - it's got me all soaking wet
Flesh - the only thing that's worth the sweat, yeah
From the Mississippi River
To the highest
mass appeal
I want to hear Greg. Where's Greg?
Wash your hands and hide a broken heart shade
Ammonia guarantees a cocktails made
When the fuzz broke in
but I am not, i'm not
I'm singing with the choir we are all birds
Birds of a different feather
We each sing the way we sing and
We are all in this
bar all the way back he had to make up his time
Hoboes wouldn't even mess with that train goin' so fast
They'd stand by the track with hat in their
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
Caller called Casey bout half past four he kissed his wife at the station door
He climbed in the cabin with his orders in his hand
Said this is
and all in dress
And a four by four with the alter steps
Doing donuts underneath the old chest
I need a chick on time 'cause mine be early
Think I ride or I
two
He can't stand the sight of you
So drink up, drink up, 'n all's well…hell
You had a sweet ole' time down there in Bay Saint Louis
Tipped his hat
and
Guiltfree, put out his eyes, then cut his nose off, sanctimonious
Sycophants stir in the
Bushes, scoop out his brain, put a string where his ears were, all
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