Lyrics:
Dark clouds line the sky and descend
To the shallow heart of the man
Enraptured by the burning flames of animosity
The hammer falls
(by Bob Marley)
Them crazy, them crazy
We gonna chase those crazy
Baldheads out of town;
Chase those crazy baldheads
Out of our town.
I'n'I build
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
to deal with you...
Another flight, other deceptions
Other flights, resignation
(now) all that's life
Are crumbs of hope
Blown away by your icy scorn
pray that there's somebody there
I pick up the papers and read the opinions
Of high-flying critics who scorn at the millions
Of ordinary people who
from me
And disappeared in darkness
Humiliating me by its scorn
Did it want to test my strength,
My will for choosing this side of the mirror
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
Scream out to the world,
For taking life for granted and I know.
You are by my side when
I turn to hear you cry,
I am so afraid of living in oblivion
don't have a clue - but - what's up
With all of these times when you never stood by me
You never been with me, you never said once at all that you'd miss
A blinding phenomenon lights up the darkened sky
You think of U.F.O.'s, saucers that rush by
Photographs are taken, the public is informed
You
heart from out of the breast
Released the chains of the defeater's scorn, to death decreed
By crucifix thou wilt cross what we triumphantly won
Death
scorn they teach
"Obey and work!" the holy law they preach
They've sold your soul, your flesh and blood to the whims of evil gods
They've changed
Watch them as they're praying
Pray the sun away
Burn the emerald towers
The cowards and thorns
I stand by my conviction
I leave this earth scorn
My scorn forces submission to fate
Domestic or savage feel my hate
Crowned bovine
Shackled swine
Equal in ash, mortal trash
I am your Messiah, I
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn'
Of which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
Oh tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
Oh tidings
This crown will fall and choke us all
A noose of thorns, a noose of scorn
When judgement calls
Will you be absolved?
Will you find your way?
Or be
enemies
Our praises scorn the enemy
I delight in His deliverance
The Lord is our deliverance
Pass the promise
To our sons and daughters
God most
to me
Get fucked
The silence takes all breath away
My fears quickly envelope me
Created by the memories, they harbor the worst
Brought upon you, but
There once was man named John
A gentle, mystic man of music
Enchanted by the stars when he was born
What love he would give through his horn
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