Lyrics:
was branded by Jean Lafitte
At the University of Bourbon Street
I sang on a paddlewheel boat
Floated down the Mississippi
Helped build a Mardi
Circus
A mass of people movin' here and there I wandered where
On every face at every place was hurry up I'm late
But a kind old man at a chestnut
In Bethlehem I heard a hymn some distant choir sang
And with other tourists I walked along to a church as its bells rang
Then I heard someone tell
and sellin'
I felt the Christmas spirit
In Bethlehem I heard a hymn, some distant choir sang
And with other tourists I walked along to a Church as its bells
own desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
But the instrument shivered
the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
one more bone
And so my love, this story's told
From modern times to days of old
From Boston, Mass to Bangladesh
Yeah, when the night comes
desire
He went with that old flute to play in the choir.
He went with that old flute for to play for the Mass,
But the instrument shivered and sighed,
la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
Let me tell you now...
Old Satan's looking out for you
He'll get you by the night's through
Oh, we haven't much time alive
Sheets dance on the line
White as the clouds gone by
Screen door kicking time
As kids melt into the sky
You're making your moves
Trying just
The sun goes down in Calvin county
Neon lights from an old beer sign
Shown through the window out on the sidewalk
As I walked in to pass the time
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
see tears in his sista and his momma eye
His old lady stare at the casket askin God why
The church is full of killers, and drug dealers
Bangers,
the sweetest thing in all the world
He knew the time had come to change his life
But it kinda hurt to go to church to find the ones that got there first
Was
me back
Pack of banana flavored laffy taffy's in a bag
old school saints pull those pants up too scared to sag
By the musicians pit hanging
the sweetest thing in all the world
He knew the time had come to change his life
But it kinda hurt to go to church to find the ones that got there first
Was
the old
Tears fell down like rain
Stories left untold
Hearts etched with pain
Justice turned away
Truth swallowed in fire
Innocents they slay
By the church
to the episode, sacks full of honey
This is church music, listen to the choir
To burn my kush, you must use fire
D-O double G like never heard before
Smokin' that
dwells
Desires of a church choir, Trinity United
I think of good memories that Hennessy provided
Memories divided by perception
Will it be water for
remember when you were just a little feller I sued to take you to church
And it seemed my boy in the choir
With the other boys kinda give old dad's heart
take a little time
If Jesus were you, my son, I'm sure he'd forgive the fine
DUI's stack up, the bill's catch up
The church had money, but the well
by choir]
Searchin so looooong (so long) lost in the clouuuuuds (in the clouds)
Tryin to stay strooooong, and make you prouuuuud - make you proud!
Took
Sister Victoria
Stepped in from the freezing cold
No candles would light at Evening Mass
The days passed by without a sigh
But dusk came thick with
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