Lyrics:
of his sting
The unholiest of kings
The Black Widow
Our minds will be his toy
And every girl and boy
Will learn to be employed by
The Black Widow
and run his life
Whatever it is you want girl I hope you find
But that hat don't fit my head it's the chokin' kind.
When you fall in love again girl
it to trial, beat it
Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it
Nothing to lose, tattooed around his gun wounds
Heavy in the game, embedded in his brain
wear" wear well
You know what you are, you don't give a damn
Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham
The Captain leads his dance right
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by my bed and shiver as if she were
you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Well, I've heard 'em say these days don't last
I know the years are gonna
was
By his own men
It's the last day's last hour
Of the last happy year
I feel that the unknown
The world is so dear
Pride will vanish
There's a young man sits by the river
Got his head held down in his hands
There's a lost love in every teardrop
And reasons that he just don
I sang Dixie as he died
The people just walked on by as I cried
The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride
So I sang Dixie as he died
He
of his sting
The unholiest of kings
The Black Widow
Our minds will be his toy
And every girl and boy
Will learn to be employed by
The Black Widow
he must be mad"
The people wished him well, and good luck
"Hell, I don't need it!" He laughed, got on his horse and rode away
Over on the trail,
the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time
An' we
he must be mad"
The people wished him well, and good luck
"Hell, I don't need it!" He laughed, got on his horse and rode away
Over on the trail,
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
I'm a poor hawaiian beach boy
A long way from the beach
'cause someone shoved his face against my hand
longing
somehow not so wrong
Nightingale, nightingale
He was strong, but he was taken
By the thought of his success
Those spotlights shadows
How
Don't fence me in
Wildcat Kelley, back again in town
Was sitting by his sweetheart's side
And when his sweetheart said, "Come on, let's settle down"
by the time he's in his teens
And heaven help him if he's anything like me
He'll probably stay out too late and drive his car too fast
Get
clouding her view
She's looking to you
Just love her like Jesus
Carry her to him
His yoke is easy
His burden is light
You don't need the answers
I realize with fright
That the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight
Quietly he laughs and shaking his head
Creeps closer now
Closer
His back ?
No
His face?
No, no, no
I'm not asking so much!
I try to imagine another planet, another sun
Where I don't look like me
And everything
dog
And I don't think it's fair (I don't think it's fair)
And his suicide can be justified
By the taste makers, how they cried and cried and so
He is just a child with nothing to lose
But his mind, his mind
They are sleeping while they dream
But then they want to be adored
They who don
by His stripes, we are healed
And by His wounds
You have made something beautiful
O Death, where is your sting?
O Sin, where is your victory?
Though
Hi, buckaroos, Scamp Walker time again.
Gonna try to slide one by once more.
Don't matter how ya do it.
Just do it like you know what your doing
.JPG/222px-Arve_Moen_Bergset_med_Oslo_Filharmonien_(cropped).JPG "Arve Moen Bergset")
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