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c Tired Man Walks
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan Jr, (Timmy J)
Music By: Timothy Donovan, Jr. (Timmy J), clan R. Labrie, Jason Dubord, and Ty Carpenter

desperate plight?
I'm the word, we are the way, we are the everlasting light.
In a world torn by wars, we are the peace you implore,
In a twinkle of an eye,

to their Heart
Michael and CharChar, bright as a Star
Cooler than Pikachu and Charizard, by far
With Super Mario, they're on the go
Living their Dreams, in

my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete
To lift our hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father

rather be dead
Than turn my head away
We gotta first world vision to complete, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father,

my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father

my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch

Michael Stipe:
Father, father

P Diddy:
Father

(Yeah, Michael Chase)
(I am getting chased by Michael Myers, it's not in my dreams)
(Tripping onto everything I cannot run)

Getting chased by

Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm

Stitching together Cleo
Patra patios
This all by design from my dispatch
So, I became a carpenter
And double backed
Double the trouble man
Man, we all have

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

they have for the world that they bleed dry.
They are the true pornographers
The real stylists in human perversion.
Rich educated tarts sit dumbly by

Story of Jonathon (Prologue to the Crimson Idol) [Bonus Track]

W.A.S.P.

The Crimson Idol

1992

a series of characteristics that many times in my life I would
look back on in bewilderment and the women I sought after when I was older
would be nothing

Wheres the man in the mirror
Couple shawtys by the bay
Bonsoir Je vous votre poulet
Its the way you make me feel
I could rock with you all day
I'm a bad

Under It All

Steve Vai

Real Illusions: Reflections

2005

have a beautiful wife, three amazing daughters that love me very deeply, but what I would like most in this world is Bill Gates' money.

MICHAEL NEMUS:

I hope it leave my ass wheezin'
I keep searching but I can't find the meaning
House by the ocean, we could let the breeze in
So what if it's an Airbnb

rock my world
Pretty as a Butterfly so what it do baby 
You match my fly, I wanna fly with you baby
Ain't nobody on Earth like my girl
Michael Jackson

much -
Just a few loose baubles and things
But even if my ancestors were nothing more than carpenters
There's no one here to say they weren't kings
In

Our Lord, grant us good in this world
And good in the life,
To come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
As we keep our hands up high and scream

the outreach of the shadow keep's beasts
Peep the message intercepted by the streets
Rejected by the priests individuals in the middle of the deep
Peace

on Speakerphone

OK the war man up, I'm warming up
Shaped and built by the Carpenter
Wake to drill by the sergeant but guess they ain't Army smart enough
This walk

The Mercy Seat

Johnny Cash

American, Vol. 3: Solitary Man

2000

fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told

My killed hands tattooed E.V.I.L.
across it's brother's fist
That

"No King of Mine"
Lyrics by: Timothy Donovan, Jr.
Music by: Timothy Donovan, Jr., Ty Carpenter, clan R. Labrie, and Ty Carpenter

***Rolling back

My father was a simple carpenter by trade
Callused hands from the foundations he laid
The hands that held me when he gave me my name
Ten Penny nails,

Michael Picasso

Mott the Hoople

The Golden Age 1969-1997

2008

hasn't sunk in

Are the words real
That come into my head
On a morning walk? 
Do the shadows
Play tricks with my mind? 

For it feels like
Nothing