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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · We Sang for Our Supper (Johnson Family Singers) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [2 Disc] (The Residents) · Our Tired, Our Poor, Our Huddled Masses [4 Disc] (The Residents) · The Last Supper [Japan Bonus Track] (Grave Digger) – and 90 other albums »


the candles out
In our walk through time
This family table's, bound together by love that never dies

Won't you come on in?
Supper's almost done
Go ahead
here by our creators master plan
He walked this earth and he never ever tried to hurt another
But when we were through he had been crucified
Thirteen
know your Momma knew,
'Cause she pulled me aside one Friday night and said take good care of you.
We'd steal away after supper to our favorite place in
Gransha and the Ballystockart Road.
This spike an boffyflow 
I said I could describe the leaves 
For Samuel and Felicity
Rich, red browny, half burnt
me some supper
And give me a place I can sleep
He said: I'll sing you some songs
That'll rock your head to sleep
I got talent boy
Said back home
soulrot
Thirst for higher rush of pain

Hands raised to theheavens
Oh, sing praise to the Lord of Rot
A kingdom burned by sins
The red in the sky is ours
Hunger, soulrot
Thirst for higher rush of pain

Hands raised to theheavens
Oh, sing praise to the Lord of Rot
A kingdom burned by sins
The red in
begging for more. When the urgency strikes, you'd better not lose your nerve. It's the rush that the cockroaches get at the end of the world. It's alright.
remind me of my dog
Sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit

Guys in red cameros too
It's getting to be a habit
Artists remind me of my dog
Staking
little town
Time to bring it on in
Pay the loans down
Fill our diesel tank up
And make another round
There's a big red moon coming up in the sky
Yes, I know I'm late gettin' home tonight
Can supper wait, I quess I lost my appetite
Yeah you can fix me a drink, oh anything's okay
Oh, by
filled our home with love
She's taught our children right from wrong
And loved me so completely as my wife

The years go by like hours
And silver
No more mind fucking parasites
By now the message should be clear
We are ready to die for our infernal cause

War! We are fighting, fighting
and a shirt on my back.
But you buy me some supper and give me a place I can sleep
He said 'I'll sing you some songs that'll rock your head to sleep.
I got
convinced you
It was for sandwiches and not for wine
I could never convince you baby
That this was our time

This was our time
This was our time

Now
Eight years old a couple cane poles sitting down by the creek
Our lines in the water watching those bobbers seeing that red sun sink
Mama's
Been kickin' sawdust
In these clothes
For a blue moon
And a red nose
The boys will put 'em up
And tear 'em down
We'll wash away
The dirt
Just
good to remember on my red letter day

Don't worry, I only feel the good things
Let's dine, dine, dine my darling
Let's have our last supper
the impossible load

While our leaders weep by the side of the road
We've been dreaming so long
We've been taken so far from where we belong
We the people
There was one part on there where I didn't unmute the claps

Why Must We Dine on the Tots?

Old grandfather Lou begged a question at supper
don't you dead
Ain't no love for cockroaches, cause roaches get sprayed
And ain't no fear in my heart cause I'm TRU, bullets in my vein
See my tattoo,
Sweetheart
The sun has set
All red and primitive above our heads
Blood stained on an ageless sky
Wipe your tears and let the salt stains dry
Let
Ellery Sneed had one great need
To do everything just right,
If things were not planned and all done by hand
He would ready himself for a fight
Ellery Sneed had one great need
To do everything just right,
If things were not planned and all done by hand
He would ready himself for a fight
Yes, I know I'm late gettin' home tonight
Can supper wait, I quess I lost my appetite
Yeah you can fix me a drink, oh anything's okay
Oh, by

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