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of children in the name of christ
But where is your god now?
Outrage of children by the hands of trust
The hands of betrayal

Bastard saints filled with
won't abuse it Enjoy yourself she said
Take my husband to bed

I couldn't keep my mind on the preacher standing by the casket
Where she lay
I couldn't
on his head
All of the world rests on his shoulders
And the mother with the child on her breast
Blessed is she among women

And the trust we put in
Words and music by Arlo Guthrie

If all the doors were closed in heaven
Where would all the angels go
Would they just fly around forever
Or would
the stages,
Of where her body is more mature,
Than her age is,
Far from the daddy's little girl type,
Can't even imagine what her world's like,
It all
are dying?
From the senseless torment that you put them through

There's different kinds of lies to tell
Abuse is from the pit of hell
A demon with
Your shining light.

But you're unaware
Your shining light is even on. 
Like with a little glance 
When you take me by surprise 
And I take
through the stages,
Of where her body is more mature,
Than her age is,
Far from the daddy's little girl type,
Can't even imagine what her world's like,
It
known 

Numbed by reaction 
Stripped of the trust 
A young heart is broken 
Not aware that it's just 

A family tradition 
The strength of this
are dying?
From the senseless torment that you put them through

There's different kinds of lies to tell
Abuse is from the pit of hell
A demon with
beyond wishes or pleading for
One last chance

Waiting for time to pass me by
Waiting for freedom, waiting to die
Where can I go, in a world without
shoot!"
I look back at cooked crack
Plus cars that pass by
Jaguars mad fly
And I'm guilty for materialism
Blacks is still up in the prison Trust that
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby
Panic stirred me awakened by a ringing phone in time
Where and when would I see her?
Crazy were the words that
Rocked silent in a soft lullaby,
Panic stirred me awakened by a ringing phone in time,
Where and when would I see her?
Crazy were the words that
materialism 
Blacks is still up in the prison Trust that 
So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army 
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley 
We
Can you count all the things that I'm worried about
By the lines in my brow, I want to trust but don't know how
To rest and be still, to abandon
is still up in the prison Trust that
So save me your sorries, I'm raising an army
Revolutionary warfare with Damian Marley
We sparkin' the ions,
abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know you can
to lose the mental 
Abuse a gin for a while, taking straight shots 
Hold my brother behind the gates, locked 
Beat and backed by the state cops
abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?

You know you can
abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there's no way to tell by that first kiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know you can
wings
Have gone
Tell me where they've gone

From Jordan to Chicago
Another child is born
Trusting that we'll get it
Right this time
I should've
And now do your dance child 
Cause its alright already 
Always surrounded by negativity 
This might be where I live 
But it ain't gonna change me
the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like fuck this is child abuse
Call
where he want to move up to
You don't like how I'm livin... well fuck ohhh
I stuck to what I was on... a star is born on a cusp
Many angel's fell