Lyrics:
mercy
You turn me on and then desert me
Girl you’re teasing me
With the things you do
You could choose any number of men
I can’t choose anybody but you
You could've wished upon a quad of number Uno's
And still be vexed to notice there ain't room enough to think
Could dig the feelings in the garden
I
stand dazed
The unbelieving receiving prophecy so true
I cut the head off the Devil and I throw it at you
My mighty mic control, already brought his
Dear mighty dog in heaven
I've tried real hard to be nice
But my next-door neighbour is a poodle
And that scumbag bit me twice
In his garden lies
thoughts out of my head
The regret
Of moving a finger ever so slightly
Struck down the mighty
Struck down the mighty
Before considerations of repercussions
They call it shot by mistake
Or a ""self defence case""
So it's easy to be excused
But they've knocked you down
In the jail of your town
You're
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
Thats why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
And now
(Two, three, go)
I'm sunny side and over easy
Hundred miles from Alameda
Stopping by and taking in the view
Just pickin' up a souvenir
Swap
your cattle comin' in and boy they're looking mighty fine and sleek
I saw Fred at the service station he told me that his wife was awfuly sick
You
Great is GOD!
Beyond our understanding!
The number of His years
Is past finding out!
The GOD who made the world and everything in it
Is the LORD
it a little by little
Rise from your sleepless slumber! Yes, yeah! Yes, yeah!
We're more than sand on the seashore
We're more than numbers
All
it a little by little
Rise from your sleepless slumber! Yes, yeah! Yes, yeah!
We're more than sand on the seashore
We're more than numbers
All
I made it
I be feeling like brother Malcolm just out of the Nation
Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers
I seen hustlers turn cluckers out
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
Thats why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
Oh, my mother was frightened by a shotgun, they say
That's why I'm such a wonderful shot.
I'd be out in the cactus and I'd practice all day,
of doubt
By the all-wise electronic eye bow down
To the mighty electronic eye
They will rescue us all from
A fate worse than death
With a touch
favorite story by far
Because it tells us who we are I wanna be in that number
Oh tell us we're going home, tell us that heavenly story and oh
Tell
Take high wit'cha just right, it'll be like Michael get ordered, a viper you know
Yeah, a viper cause you might lose a life to the side by like
What
mighty dirty deal in World War II"
Well, he grabbed me by the hand and gave a heave
I figured there's a pretty good time to leave
Before he had
the gods called upon the old dwarf and the mighty wizard and told them what
They sought. The dwarf took the sword Nothung, once belonging to "Siegfried
Made by the, ah, Flesh (flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh)
(the Flesh, the Flesh)
Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide
deep in your mental,
his number and each carrying his ancestor's treasures
Everything repeats as in an old prophecy marked by a vision donated by the Spirit of Nature
of kinds and to many I find it’s varies it’s the infinite number design but still love shows even to those that are blind I’m seeing love I’m seeing doves
it a little by little
Rise from your sleepless slumber! Yes, yeah! Yes, yeah!
We're more than sand on the seashore
We're more than numbers
All
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