Lyrics:
Solitary city spots,
Roads less travelled and if so, Usually not by choice. These views Be rarely caught, stream the Thought pattern they inspire are God
from his heart never reached his mouth
So restricting
There's a strain in my brain and day by day, I'm praying the Lord's gonna evict him
I'd argue it's
the devil by the hand
"Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below
The red sun scowls
We are Kings and Queens We are Kings and Queens
Shine brighter than them rings and things
We are Kings and Queens We are Kings and Queens
Fly high
nine, so .ama flew so we'd reach heights
Like ravens
Be kings and that
When I went to the clubs out in Zim
Bare men asked me for pics - never thought I
a King, like a King, like a King.
Rodney King, Rodney King, Rodney King.
Like a king, like a King, like a King.
How I wish you could help us Dr. King
ruled, kings of the north
Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard
But, betrayed by our own brothers we were forced down on our knees
Now, when
the deep and salty blue
As they glide over the deep and satly blue
Scarcely have they pulled them to the floor
Those fallen kings, clumsy and ashamed
And wicked kings
Who lifts the veil
So I might see
The greatest gift
Inside of me
Who takes me by the weary hand
Shows me through the desperate land
When I was a girl, I wished I was a boy
I had a dog, I wished it was a horse
We lived by the freeway, I thought it was the ocean,
Sounded like
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Sing him to the shore
By day their oars became their mantra, at night they camped along the way
Shared music round the fire with folks from Wales
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
Young Johnny Jones he had a cute little boat
And all the girlies he would take for a float.
He had girlies on the shore,
Sweet little peaches by
can make
On a lake in the park
It's an ocean of devotion
A floating dream for two . . .
Oh, I keep hopin' that
The oars will stray
So we could
little peaches by the score
But master Johny was a wis'un, you know,
His steady girl was Flo
And every Sunday afternoon
She'd jump in his boat
ruled, kings of the north
Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard
But, betrayed by our own brothers
we were forced down on our knees
Now when
the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered
Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge
With God's help, we shall
Prevail
And war
Can no longer be confined to the battlefield (It's King Zae!)
Ahem
I am the king, the main
Attraction
Young Johnny Jonesy had a cute little boat
And all the girlies
He would take for a float
He had girlies on the shore
Sweet little peaches by
ruled, kings of the north
Many battles we won, at the shores of Midgard
But, betrayed by our own brothers
We were forced down on our knees
Now when
"And now for something completely different"
Hey!, Fuck you we crush crews the oar way
I'm, Sicker then using period blood for war paint
Fans
the new
Im living by the king, so I chill with the kings crew
You ain't ever seen, or heard of his power
The one who tramples serpents, and turns giants
make a million, and blow it all
'Cause when we die we ain't taking it wit' us
Materials make a king
Knowledge makes an apprentice
Now ain't that
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