Lyrics:
taught it
Cyril of Jerusalem taught it
Paul and Peter taught it
Because Jesus taught it
Family it's clearly unanimous
Baptism truly is regenerative
Go
of St. James arrived
Mysteriously in the village of Padron (which we visited...lovely line of trees
Along the waterway leading to the place where
a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear
never beg ya pardon
Imma Island St. Martin
Behind me, my army marching
In front of me is moving targets
I'm taking out all your artists
It's too late
a surrealist comb
Made of bits of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome
But the weight was so great that she had to go home
I couldn't have liked it more
laid in this grave of a body
For so long
St. Cyril's fair always came through
The first week of September
But it's already the 19th
And there's
some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…
Hear
The return of the hip hop ammadeus
Wyclef Toussaint St. Jean drama
Streets prounounce me dead [x6]
I tell em I'm alive but rumor says I'm dead
Londen, Rome, Lissabon
Amsterdam, Parys, Hong Kong
Moskou, Teheran, Riyadh
Jerusalem, Islamabad
Waco, Waco, Betlehem
Srebrenica, Sebokeng
Sarajevo,
power and greed and corruptible seed
Seem to be all that there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing
London, Paris, Rome, Berlin
Barcelona, Washington
Moscow, Beijing, Tokyo
Jerusalem, Jericho
Waco, wake oh, Bethlehem
Srebrenica, Sebokeng
Sarajevo,
or mocked as too extreme
Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
And I'm practicing my likeness of St. Francis of Assisi
And if
thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme
Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
Now I'm practicing my likeness of St.
of St. Francis of Assisi
For if I hold my hand outstretched
A little bird comes to me
I might recite a small prayer
If I ever said them
I lay down
there is
I'm gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know no one can sing the blues
Like Blind Willie McTell
and he will
Gather his flock, hear the details
Jerusalem, we gon rebuild
Return to our land, we will
Meanwhile, I praise Him with these skills
'Cause my
Zürich
Nur für dich
Aus jeder Stadt ein kleines Souvenir
Aus St. Moritz ein ganz kleines Paar Skir
Aus München einen großen Meerrettich
Nur für dich
thought fanciful and mocked as too extreme
Must be family entertainment here in the strange land of my dreams
Now I'm practicing my likeness of St.
of mosaic from St. Peter's in Rome
But the weight was so great that she had to go home
I couldn't have liked it more
People's behavior
Away from Belgravia
seed
Seems to be all that there is
Hey, hey, I'm a-gazing out the window
Of the St. James Hotel
And I know one thing, nobody can sing
Them blues like
And something no man can divide"
So St. Jermaine hear the prayer of this supplicant
For two scarlet women, Black Madonna
Hey I am not in your way
Hey no need
inshallah yes evidently"
After dinner we will have ice cream
Attack Jerusalem take over the city
I am muslim and have enough
Of all this Abrahamic quarreling
reason I can't explain
I know St Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Roman
missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know St. Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
that was when I ruled the world
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