Lyrics:
All we monsters think we are divinely born.
Our fingers pointed to heaven, we direct our scorn.
We're not flying,
We're not flying
We're not
entrancing,
but the dancing was a lamentable mess!"
FIRMIN
"Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder:
my salary has not been paid.
Send it care of the ghost, by
Jewry
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
One day a plain village woman
Driven by love for her Lord
Recklessly poured out a valuable essence
Disregarding the scorn
And once it was broken
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he walk by the door
He run the motherfucking city
Approach the door
Unlock the door
Enter the room
Close the door behind you now
Approach the door
Unlock the door
Enter the room
Close the door behind
growing getting bigger by the day
Had to play along
To your favorite song
Telephone call like
Blowing up your phone like
Knocking at your door like
your bitchin, ass
입만 열면 불평, 알잖아
니가 갖고 있는 거, 열정에 불 켜
잃지 마, 너의 초점, cause the devil is alive
And he smilin by your side, knockin at the door
So let
lessons by the yawn
Grandma Tellin stories bout Jesus Tryn see if..
Wake up
God complex, I know
Pray that I dont see his scorn
God dont make me Pyro
Puttin
of my feet
I'm alone
But not on the ground
Trying to get back my life again
I'm alone
In front of your door
Taking up this war with scorn
I'm
and self scorn
When You heard your leaders
Asking for more blood?
When they come a knockin'
At your neighbor's door
Will you have forgotten
That document you
right)
As I found myself standing there
While my beauty was at the door
Women, watch as they all will stare
As they judge with their wicked scorns
(Yeah)
Like love and war life's not always fair
But you're no worse for the wear
A lover's scorn has torn you apart
But it's only scratched the surface
breakin' down the door?
Aba Tina, Aba Tina, Aba Tina, Aba Tina
In the end Tina was buried
By the church where she got married
Aba Tina oh, who you have
you niggas scorn, I wasn't phased
It was a phase, look at my face
I wanna race, I set a pace
As a fat boy, I had to catch my wind
Get my laps on, double
clothes and expensive jewelry
I got a heart made of gold, motives be the purest
And they say hell have no fury like a woman's scorn
Fuck that, I'm
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Bethlehem in Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O
was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
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