Lyrics:
the air is clear
Or take your sorrow, man
To your selfish land
Run your poor mouth there
See if they care
[Chorus]
heart?
Poor mouth
Poor eyes
Poor soul
Poor mind
Poor start
Poor heart
Poor heart
Look around
Who else remains
Who can contain
Your frown?
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites Aah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites, ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread,
follow Him there yeah
Is any place darker for me
With all them wolves about
Well it's a poor mouth that I wear
My hands are yours my brother
You
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites, ah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread,
compassion and some poor-mouth bad advice
To get ahead they lay in bed and sleep safe all through the night
A million to nothing, like zombies they are
Poor me, Israelites
Get up in the morning slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me, Israelites
My wife and my kids
sympathy our deepest regrets
You hold the key, which unlocks misfortune's chest
You're giving us the poor mouth what do you stand to gain
You're soakin up
Because di place full up a hardcore
Man and woman have fun although wi poor
'nough mouth get fed and gun haffi store
How di hell yuh fi waan' only mek
okay
I don't know who to trust we
Should get back
To where we used to be
My poor mouth can't
Keep up with my head
Crazy thoughts of you
I might be better
of nicotine
A haunted hose of amphetamines
And the idea your quote alone
Your alone
She would tell you shut your poor mouth
When your talking to somebody
Other
the shadows in the garbage heap
Like a pig roasting on a spit
Your poor misguided soul
If the horse's mouth could speak
His days would turn to weeks
You'd be
judgment on my knees
Now here you come a draggin'
Jus' couldn't help yourself
Puttin' on your poor mouth an'
Takin' from His wealth you
You come up
In judgement on my knees
Now here you come a draggin'
Just couldn't help yourself
Puttin' on your poor mouth an'
Takin' from His wealth you
you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere?)
Oh, poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So that every mouth can be fed
Poor me Israelites Aah
Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir
So
To kiss her full on the mouth or anywhere, oh?
Poor twisted child, so ugly, so ugly
Poor twisted child, oh hug me, oh hug me
One November
Spawned
At the edge of the world
I've been crying poor mouth, poor me
I know, I've gotten so damn boring
So when the credits roll
I'll just say I'm sorry
I'll say I'm
Deep down in the city 'neath the concrete trees
Some signifying hack is scratching backs for fleas
Putting on their bad mouths for poor little me
how they're living it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin' from a golden cup
And it just makes me wonder
Why so many
it up
While the poor they eat from hand to mouth
The rich is drinkin from a golden cup
And it just makes me wonder
Why so many lose, so few win
with you during the week
We could feed the wee birds.
The slum Queen rose up
The cracked king cried poor mouth
The slum Queen gave one look
a suitable crime na
Classice vibes
See the sights holding tight
So classic vibes
If I'm a poor boy
With a poor mouth
Then it's hard hitting if I'm gonna hate
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