Lyrics:
won't feel blowing, oh
I winked at a Cailin passing by
Says I, what if it's snowing, oh
Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I'm not going out
won't feel blowing, oh
I winked at a Cailin passing by
Says I, what if it's snowing, oh
Come rain or hail or wind or snow
I'm not going out
We are
Justified by faith
No it's not the works that did it
We are
Justified by faith
No it's not the works that did it (Amen)
Justified by faith
at You and I'm undone
I run to the throne room
I run to the throne room
And I fall on my face
With angels and saints
And all I can say is
Holy,
you
[?] love your body, want you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go [?], 'till there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know
Yeah, mmm
Yeah, yeah
I been feelin' like I (mmm), numbin' myself to get by (ah)
That's my reality (yeah), all my days I don't know (yeah),
chains. I see saints in the cellblocks. Remember me. The World Calls us Finished Ones We are Finished People. 25: 40 in a 6 by 8. I got the vision. But
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
There's a house on the hill
We used to dream of
But no one lives there anymore
They were taken by the dream of a better life
On the 50th floor
93, tribunal de Boboch
Cace-déd à Montreuil, Saint-Ouen, tous les reufs du Blankok
Je vous ai promis, je vous oublie pas
Un petit de chez toi qui
and a back that´s strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don´t you call me ´cause I can´t go
I
and a back that's strong
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I
je rodina, zmrde yzo man-dias
Teprve teď budu baller
More chcem každej dollar
Goyard a Yves Saint-Laurent (Balenciaga)
Dávej si pozor teprve teď budu
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
comes
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums
Should I put them by your gate
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
With your sheets like metal and your belt
still alive, you're lookin' like a saint"
Down the hallway footsteps were comin' for the Jack of Hearts
The backstage manager was pacing all around by
Roaming souls
Prisoners of the bottomless pit
Tempting us
To be tortured in the everlasting fire
They are trying
To penetrate into your...
today
This whirlwind prisoner
I've locked away
Is blowing crazy around his cage
If I surrender to his cries
Would you pretend you don't recognize
as toast
And you gonna flip when Old Saint Nick
Blows a lick on the peppermint stick
He'll come a flyin' from a higher place
And fill the stocking by
Yeah I'm crashing
Crashing
Crashing on the prisoner by design
Look at the clues, look at the bruise
Look at all the things that you did lose
I
Press your fingers on it, igniting what you are
Meet me by the lake
I'm ripe with severed faith
You wear the only scar
If I'm saint, then
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