Lyrics:
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Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all alone
For the moonlit pass by the Alamo and Rose
My Rose of San Antone (smilin' John
McRK, LUKE and JOHN
cll speak, with one accord
Of Jesus - who is God's dear Son
Our Saviour - Master - Lord.
-cCTS and ROMcNS will recall
Of one who
for the show to start
In the arena screamin’ for them old familiar tunes
It don’t matter what we play cause they know every song by heart
Blame it
long for a time when
We can get blind and sing our songs like old friends
Your last letter gave me a heavy heart my dear Jack
So I’ll be humming our song
our troubles away,
& the rain will wash our troubles
Clean away...
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(4.08)
Lead guitar by Heggarty /Feed-back by O'Keeffe
‘Ha!
the morning song
Where we belong
See the sunrise on the hillside
From our sheets
I can see your eyes at the sight of me two weeks gone
I go toe-to-toe
Locked up in that slammer He didn't abandon our discussion He said
John I can use you, but you need me more
Call my name I'll break the chains and walk
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
here
Girls on the floor knows our posse at the door
Should I stop? Nah cool, here's more of this song, a funky Christmas melody
'Cause Jordan K
home
Let me put it in a song, so you'll never get it wrong
No shame in the message, that's the reason I live (reason I live)
Christ up in every song
I'm going to tell you right now
Stop this song now and put on Vangelis
It's a nice ride, or
So you took some acid
That's all right
You're good
I've
illegal all your songs
You read along to ours or we recruit police to find you
If we'd left behind this genocide we'd recognize it
Yet we teach our children
songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was coming true
And it was all becoming cool
I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum
warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin' "It's on!"
Try to Wu
warned, You either step or get stepped upon
Nigga, uh-oh! I think they're playin our song
Lit blunts, Clan in Da Front, sayin' "It's on!"
Try to Wu
B
Joe been crack way before my philosophy
Banned from TV, BET won't play me
Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy
It's our reality, you call it
in order to feed they kids
They gotta play that same shit over and
Over and over again i was raised by KRS
One, I was raised by Child Conquest
I was
a parade, cultural centers, and to stop getting played
They invaded more than just our privacy, frightfully, as John Henrik Clarke, even blind, He Could
See
is
Non-stop
Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me
Are you aware that we're making history?
This is the first murder trial of our
Are Welcome“, number one
of “Our Songs For Every One”.
We are “Electrified By You”
and singin´ ”One And One Are Two”
Confessing “Troubles Of My Own”,
probably wasn't, but it seemed a little better back when
Gravel lot spot by the porta johns
'Bout a quarter mile from the door
Worked three weeks for
don't know how I can put em in the song
Way back when we all used to get along, it was me, Mike, Keese , and Shamar
I Remember when they killed my nigga,
of but it's my family now
We can be cool and we can be friendly and we can have our own unconventional family
The only thing that matters is Caleb himself
this is Ben
And we're Ruderals
Uh we are Ruderals
A weird punk band in New York City
This is our last song
And I'm really excited
So I hope you all
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