Lyrics:
The sky is cloudy, acid rain from above
The wolfs are howling, lamps crowded by moths
In the shadows clothed in black lurk the goths
This time is
capture
So we scatter to nearest liquor store
And leave it for our livers to absorb
The pain we pour by the pint or the quart
Skipping court in the morning
Eleventh and Fort Hamilton
You could tell them on by to four-six-nine-oh
Eleventh Avenue and Fort Hamilton Parkway
Close to the house
Five-oh street
Yeah, yeah
It's like a whole different world
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Saint Laurent Mask, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
happened
I come back like my name saint nick
Come up in your house like my name saint nick
Get to the cookies like my name saint nick
Known jayson 3 years
on the telephone
How long now?
Until the clouds unroll and you come down
The line went but the shadows still remain
Since your descent, your descent
I cried to my
Nick...)
It's the little Saint Nick (Little Saint Nick...)
Merry Christmas, Santa!
Christmas comes this time each year...
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by Saint Agnes' fountain.
Bring me flesh and bring me wine, bring me pinelogs hither
Thou and I will see him
of slaughtered
Making monsters come to life
The way of heavens by the blade
Velvet red before we lay
Affords a bliss of murder all shall prey
Dehumanized
city
If you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift you off
Among the masses
You're so highly praised
Saint Matthew, Matthew
Come show us your ways
Among the people you're so greatly loved
But matthew tell
that number (ah)
Well, when Johnny
Comes wailing in
Well, when the saints (when the saints)
Go marching' in (go marchin' in)
Yeah, when the saints
Wham Bam Sam
Drumming king from New Orleans"
That's right, and I've been summoned here
By the owner now you tell him old Wham Bam
Sam has come to his
city
If you don't wanna go to fist city
You better detour around my town
'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head
And I'll lift you off
Drew brees cameron jordan never been a saint
When your dream ain't working gotta picture paint
Mode of an ape always knew that i'd be great
Fuck you
lead you
By the hand
You can take the hero's stand
You can go higher
Hearts on fire
Under the wire
Hearts on fire
Tight
You can be a
Saint
as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Takes a lick on the peppernint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by
time with that
Whine for me
You ain't no saint don't, lie to me
Money come long like, binary
Baby ima bless you cos
Mmm your body sensational
One
They laughed at their god
And fought him in vain
So he turned his back on them
And left them in pain
Now here come the saints
With their banners
you
[?] love your body, want you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go [?], 'till there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know
The earth will shake for years and years to come
You can still hear it tremble when they’re sleeping by the sun
“Guess I don’t bleed out of my sleeve
I’m not
The Yankee Division March
Is ready for the charge
In Saint Mihiel
With tanks and shells
The Yankee Division March
Full of will and starch
We'll come by night
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