Lyrics:
innocent suffering
Rampant greed is the common creed
The rich and poor will have to bleed
What kind of world are we living in?
So many innocent suffering
molasses candy
Who knows one more bird?
I do! A whip-poor-will
What does a whip-poor-will say?
Whip-poor-will, whip-poor-will
Fly through my window
If you continue to give temporary solution
To the poorest of the poor
To the poorest of the poor
One day the poor will become poorest
And the poorest
Let us hope it's the end
Of this Banana Republic
With their bullshit on Brexit And their trickle down lies
The rich just get richer
The poor will get
The poor will pay
When the peace keeping bullets make the rounds
Politicians that deserve them aren't around
Most of the dead have done no wrong
But oil
dell
I would thrill because the whip-poor-will
Was serenading
Thrilling
Our stars were rapidly filling
Because
Whip-poor-will
I used to love to hear
the mirror door
Will there be music, or will there be war
Will we be rich, or will we be poor
Who will walk through the mirror door
Who will walk through
tales but my poor heart will
Your life falls apart with every tear
My Poor Heart Will
The feast is nearly set and you can smell it away for miles
the system will collapse
The people will find strength
The poor will rise up and eat the rich
The poor will rise up and eat the rich
In case you thought you
They get to be frauds With all of the benefits
While we get left behind Eating gruel and grits
The poor will serve the sentence for the rich
How come if
Oluwa JK
Josh Kush
Getting rich
That's forever
Stay blessed
That's forever
Go poor
That will be never
Like Rick Ross
Yeh We rich forever
Getting
O the whip-poor-will-o
He sounds too blue to fly
But the whip-poor-will
He called to make ol' Hank cry
He's too blue to fly
O the whip-poor-will
gone
Was he ever really there?
'Cause it's midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whip-poor-will
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that
When whip-poor-will call and evening is night
I'll hurry to my blue Heaven
You turn to the right, you find a little bright light
That leads you
I love you and don't you know I always will
You're a girl, I'm a boy
But suppose you was a rose and I was a whip-poor-will
If I was a bird
your head around
But if you ever get lonely you just pick up the telephone
And the son of a poor man will bring you home
Maybe soon I'll see her
the water's still, listen for the whip-poor-will
Open your eyes, don't forget to thank the Water she's the Mother of the land
I'm going down, I'm feeling low
into the night
You grab my hand and hold it tight
Walking with you is such a thrill
Amongst the katydids and whip-poor-wills
Your done up hair the breeze
I'm a poor, poor man
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss? You can cure me, Christ
Won't
time
Sing it brother one more time
Sing it sister one more time
Sing it sister one more time
Once for everybody who got left behind
Whip-poor-will
remember that your poor granny will be super sad
Poor granny, poor granny will be super sad
When you stealing stupid crap that you just wanna get
Please
of the whip-poor-will
And what is to occur
Night is a ways off still
Soon I will be with her
She is more than a conqueror
Working the fugitive dust
Under
at home
I asked my mom what will i be
Will i be poor or will i be rich
Be a success or a failure
When i was just a child in school
I asked my teacher what
is something to kill and eat
What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet?
The whip-poor-will at dusk
What's troubling, Gus, overhearing
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