Lyrics:
Saint Benedict, pray for us
Saint Francis and Saint Dominic, pray for us
Ora pro nobis. Ora pro nobis
Saint Francis Xavier, pray for us
Saint John
Francis and Saint Dominic, pray for us.
Saint Francis Xavier, pray for us.
Saint John Vianney, pray for us.
Saint Catherine of Siena, pray for us.
Saint
Up the Loire, op la-la,
Francis bravely goes. /x2
Beautiful ladies and enchanting glances soon,
In the distant beautiful Saint-Nazaire. /x2
Up
(spoken)
Sage Francis...Personal Journalist, 1968 to 2001
(Verse 1)
He left with deep breaths in each chest that needs less innovating Cause
there
In Arezzo I dreamed a dream
Of Saint Francis who kneeled and prayed
For the birds and the beasts and all humankind.
All through the night I felt
through a fading smile
And down beneath Saint Francis Hotel, we'll dream of what we could have been
'Round where our chances fell we'll find them once
the ground
Saint francis of assisi
I see my brothers and sisters they're paying the prices
Just too eat they need a license
Talking too wolves in the night
nastradamus touch is like the midas
Blessed are the saints for they'll remain timeless
Like Palmwine in this King's chalice
If I make the headlines blame it
the whore of Babylon
Madonna and my mother all rolled into one
You've got to understand me, I'm not a piece of wood
Francis of Assisi could never be
some say it's Atlantis
I went to Cannes with a tan bitch, Francis
She rode the broom on the beach, that's a sand witch
So I ate her like it, haters hate
We'll put Francis in the yard
Grow some ivy
Wrap our saint in flowers
I'll quit the band and take a job
Still write music
In our den for hours
In
Falanga
Francis Ngannou tape les gens pour Vivre
Tout ça, c'est à cause de falanga
Eh Falanga, Eh Falanga
La kichta appelle la kichta
La moula appelle la
kare Picture banri yaha pe john wick
Saint Francis bana mera bhai
Di bohot seekh kaam nahi aayi
Knowledge maukhik kaiko padhai
Seekha nahi kuch
When we hit the store, we ball get crossed like Saint Francis
I tune out the city when I hot box exotic
Everything upgraded, I got fuel pumped by Holly
dawned
As Simon Francis Daumont, the Sieur de Saint Lusson
Raised the cross of his religion as Vexilla Regis was sung
And 2000 natives wondered what was
Saint Francis came to my town
And visited the cemetery.
The dead got up and everything
Became one big cacaphony.
They all went down the social
St. Cecilia, she been good to me
she always helps me find the melody
and old St. Francis, man he's the best
helped me get some things off my chest
And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down the youthful Richardson
It was St.
Of the animal question
Animal grace
I love my dog
I rest my case
Oh, Saint Francis
Held them dear
Bird at the fountain
I see out there
We
established
Feeling fresh and so clean
Uh, damn, outcasted
Humble Mumbles only, I don't do no bragging
Saint Laurent on me I don't know Saint Francis
Fayson not
gun
Chamber upon chamber
And I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes
I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows
And as I shot down
than not
But you think you're such a saint gospel truth is you're a snot
You little snot
You're all things not
We hope you rot
You little snot
There'd
WISHING YOU A BANGINu0027 NEW YEAR
BRING THE KIDS NEW SHINNY GUITARS
DUMP YOUR JOY ALL UNDER THE STARS
COME ON NOW OLD SAINT NICK, MAKE IT RIGHT
SPREAD
pockets at all times because you never know
I got a Saint Francis of Assisi keychain and a wallet made of Corinthian leather
Sometimes I drive all night
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