Lyrics:
Your heart will always have a home
It is written in stone - written
In stone
Seasons go by and minds
Have changed
But I will never doubt why i
Feel
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
forgettable
If you slept on me that's very regrettable
Fuck is the rhetoric?
Raps like pussy, I will never go celibate
Raps like pussy, when I touch it I'm
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Holy John lives down by the water
Savin' sinners and he wants your dollar
Tell the people that they'd better repent
Tellin' your daughter it was him
of benevolence
when God is speaking, yo we give Him reverence
we can wash and rinse in fragrance (aw, i messed it up)
John: Fragrance, ah, that's cool that's cool
is adored by the world
This album has some lovely samples of
Beatles music it has, for instance
Eight new titles wrought by the incomparable
John
dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
Memories divided by perception
Will it be water for
Vocals, instruments and all other noises by john jack
*Each of these songs were, directly or indirectly, inspired or at the very least, influenced by
jumped out of bed
Threw back the shutter and stuck out her head
Yelled john john john well the grey goose is gone
And the fox runs away from the town oh
his banana down and
Said everything is water
Which is dumb but to tie it
All together is what he tried
It's not watered it's fire
Said the nigga
thought of me, let me know your mind
Oh oh all I want to know is-are you kind
It's a buck dancer choice my friend
You better take my advice
You know
the war goes on
Without our John
Without our John
It's funny how the war goes on
Without our John
Without our John
Funny how the war goes
And it's unsatisfying
Where do we go from here now, my friend
Our mountains are far too high to cross, in the end
Is it my vanity that keeps me hanging
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
With one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eye
So you get stuck by the strong safety
When you a serial killer clown like John Wayne Gacy
Donate
don't call again.
Geronimo and little Nancy Marilyn and John F. dancing
Uncle took the message and it's written on the wall.
These are pictures
help me breathe
Seek first the Kingdom that's what I believe
No weapon prospers and greater is He
It's all about God no it's not about me
They told me
passed away
Was it a heart attack?
Was it a bullet to his head?
John is dead
Chorus
John is dead John is dead
Should we have a celebration say a eulogy
meat
Yeah you Lookin for me?
Name's Prada
Yeah Lil Pep is who I be
It's what you need
Look at my roni
Yeah look at my boots
Look at my jeans
Yeah look
place
Emotions starting to change
Its written all on your face
Written all on your
Written all on your
Written all on your face
Written all on your
it
But it was worth more than his car
This, by the way, requires that you find and supply Farquhar
With an animal, and a life, from your local park.
unnoticed
And who used to have hope is now hopeless
So by the time I wrote this, I see the brighter side only when focused
Play it cool with real
down-o
Old mother Flipper Flapper jumped out of bed
Out of the window she cocked her head
Cryin' John, John the grey goose is gone
And the fox is
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