Lyrics:
get by, my hands are tied
Don't why I ever got her to try myself
'Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied
Oh, woman, oh, why, why, why, why
What
hands are tied
Don't why I ever got her to try myself
Cause I can't get by, my hands are tied
Oh woman, oh why, why, why, why
What have I done
Oh
didn't you, dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are
everyone not as my nation for
You are my people and there must be no change.
It can change, it can stay the same
I can say, I can make my claim.
Hail
of the mind is a social disorder
The cynics, the apathy one-upmanship order
Superficially smiling a shake of the hand
As soon as the back is turned
didn't you, dear?
You nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized, sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are
Caesar
Those who are about to die
By turn of his hand
Commit your blood to the sand
Silence, a warriors stands
With an axe held in both hands
Hail, Caesar
His realm is a new horizon of cuts
They expand from his hand as he conducts
Aim a lot of cool projects not photography
Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's
leaving
I'd since forgotten i knew it then
But then I closed my mind
To truth, the awful the awful words
You know my hands are tied
Bound by your leaving
everyone not as my nation for
You are my people and there must be no change.
It can change, it can stay the same
I can say, I can make my claim.
Hail
I have seen the Book of Tales
Crafted by magical hands
Older than time it'self
Its pages are filled with darkness
And mystery
There's a ghost down
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
Break from the ropes your hands are tied
Uneasy with confrontation
Won't turn out right, can't turn out right
I see my world crumble and fall, before
Here we stand
And lift our hands
To hail Yahweh, Hail Yahweh
Here we stand,
And lift our voices
To Hail Yahweh, Hail Yahweh
We are the light of this
Break from the ropes your hands are tied
Uneasy with confrontation
Won't turn out right, can't turn out right
I see my world crumble and fall, before
Break from the ropes your hands are tied
Uneasy with confrontation
Won't turn out right, can't turn out right
I see my world crumble and fall, before
on social media
When you're on social media
My likes are in the thousands
My tweets are being retweeted
My family pics or holiday snaps
With total love
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts
just be so cold
Someone you can talk to when
Your hands are tied
Someone there to have and hold
There's nothing more rewarding to produce
(when you're in
young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of the pretty Colleens
They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads
young fellows
A warning take by me
When you are out on the town, me lads
Beware of the pretty Colleens
They'll feed you with strong drink, me lads
nearly had me roped and tied
Altar-bound, hypnotized
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You're a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away,
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God
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