Lyrics:
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
I'd really like a place
Where there could be no war
A bright and shiny world where there ain't no poor
Where there's opportunity, peace and unity
reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall
early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon
barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in
reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall
Oh song of mine
Carry out my commission in secret
I know happiness loves silence, but
Find love first, and find it discreetly
Hit the road with love
like Jimi Hendrix, my hero, I realised, wait these songs of his
Some of them they're written by Bob Dylan
Maybe I should be listening to that guy more
It
This song is for my friend, this song is for my friend
My one and only good friend
If you're out there listening to this, then you know who you are
Bang, shots fired
Pain, is what you desire
The pen is mightier than the sword
Than how did we get here my god
(My god)
So you wanna start a war (My
Start the war
We nuh fraid ah dem, we nuh fraid a dem
Start the war
We nuh fraid ah dem, we nuh fraid a dem
We di champion dem other bwoys pum pum
put a mask on my face
Still a member of the human race
If I breathe out any c02
Promise i won't breathe it on you
This war is the the worse thing I've
Here we are the war machine is still on
Like the beat to an endless song
We never learn from our own mistakes
We just wait till it's all too late
Stand-By-Modus auf Endreim-Fokus
Von irgendwie kein Bock nochmal nen Song zu releasen
Zu einem megakrassen Track über den Sommer mit Siebzehn
Was soll da noch
Stand-By-Modus auf Endreim-Fokus
Von irgendwie kein Bock nochmal nen Song zu releasen
Zu einem megakrassen Track über den Sommer mit Siebzehn
Was soll da noch
War and violence
Too much killing a gwarn enuh The man them fi claim enuh
Too much gun inna di street enuh It fi sweep enuh - mi sing sey
(Chrous)
joint, this joint right here is called “War Cries”
Shoutout to Waterbury, Connecticut y’all already know how we get down, for life, the whole CT
But we
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a random bed to sunlight
Freshmen year, mixed cough syrup with sprite
Out of spite, left feeling contrite by this brains blight
Last semester was a fucking
wave tonight
An old song on the radio
You knew a long time ago
An old song on the radio
Going out over the ocean
Maybe it's World War I
Maybe
Action Replay in mei'm Mic
(Ey) , dein Boy ist jetzt im Hype (Hype)
Doch mein Weg, er war nicht leicht
Niemals fucking leicht
Der Sailor Moon
Welt, es ist
Step by Step ein langer Weg (lang)
(You know)
Leb' immer weiter in den Texten, die ich schreib'
Wenn ich mal nicht mehr da bin, gibt es
disease, for our war
Through kings, czars, papacy, mein president
The song remains the same
Elite vice ordained command for more war
Aspiring Alexanders
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