Lyrics:
Negribu nevienu satikt Man vienmēr tāpat būs labi Negribu ne dienu papist Šie gadi kā var būt mani? Negribu nevienu satikt Man vienmēr tāpat būs labi
of your harp, your piano or lute, But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute. Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in; He married a Papist named
to die? And the full moon casts a cold light On the gloomy prison walls The papist walks his cell, he cannot sleep He hears the waiting gallows creaking
of your harp, your piano or lute, But none can compare with the Old Orange Flute. Bob, the deceiver, he took us all in; He married a Papist named
And the full moon casts a cold light On the gloomy prison walls The papist walks his cell He cannot sleep He hears the waiting gallows creaking Just beyond that
the the seven deadly sins Ego Sum Papa Ego Sum I am The Pope The Papist Devil in the 'Age of Discovery' Trifles of drunkards Mind changing in sobriety Ego Sum
And the full moon casts a cold light On the gloomy prison walls The papist walks his cell He cannot sleep He hears the waiting gallows creaking Just beyond that
to die? And the full moon casts a cold light On the gloomy prison walls The papist walks his cell, he cannot sleep He hears the waiting gallows creaking
Papist claptrap We can take precautions MRS bLACKITT: What, you mean lock the door? MR bLACKITT: No, no i mean, because we Are members of the Protestant
'til the sun goes down 'Cause I know that you and I Can be together, forever! 'Cause I love you Come on Well, the Papist with his soul says it
'til the sun goes down 'Cause I know that you and I Can be together, forever! 'Cause I love you Come on Well, the Papist with his soul says it
pissing over Britannia 50 years of Tin Pan Alley I learned good from a king thief mentor 200 years of teenage anarchy Papist threats and no popery
over Britannia 200 years of Tin Pan Alley I learned good from a king thief mentor Newgate, Broadstreet, Langdales Distillery Papist threats and no
of the sight of right and wrong. Oh! To be the son of Che Guevara! One unit in the serried ranks of black! A Papist or an Orangeman, a eunuch... then doubt
mad Now, we've lots of friends down in Dublin No pals of the loyalists are we Oh, never again will we shoot fenian men With papists we'll sit down
Sinking on the beat Its Papist Emce The microphone vovinam You know life is twisted And I mean it Too many things in the world you have to choose
zaudēt, jā, man vajag sevi saudzēt Man vienam ir labi un es tos negribu satikt vairs Pagāja gadi līdz sapratu, ka tie ir papists laiks Un to laiku nevar
I feel it in the air It's in my soul The Papist digs The blackest holes To bury deep The truth below I remembered a song How does it go? "Give,
says Babe, I'm on fire Babe, I'm on fire Chorus The Papist with his soul says it The rapist on a roll says it Jack says it, Jill says it As they roll
Tõmban luua läbi, ma ei tunne häbi Lits on plastik barbie, otse papist karbist Lits on maalt, lüpsab lehma kõrvalt riista ta Koorib kartuleid ka, flexin
Exhale Lie down Strip prostrate I toil you make Follow instructions of sadists Their rapes will tame us The jaws of papists Their gnarly fingers
daudz durvis vērtas velti, nerēķinu Gana daudz, visu to, kas lēts celt nemēģinu Uz lietām, kuras nevajag, sanāk labi papist laiku Esmu izcils, pat pats
With this logic we change the mind of the papist That all religions deserve some basis Now we're to the point You can't change us It'll only be
I've been smoking since I was fifteen Change me, I'm faithless And cynical Cause all my life is aimless From papist To non believing, non believing I
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