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All the eagles they fly high in Mobile, (mow-beel)
Repeat
All the eagles they fly high, and they shit right in your eye,
Its a good job cows don't

Do you want ice? Of course
Do you live life? Of Course
Burly boy by choice
No I can't fit in the Porsche
I could've played five sports
Balling in

the will of God
The world was destroyed by fire and reborn from the ashes
But everything was washed away by the great ocean
The last most terrible era is

A-A-A-H!

Let me invite you to the worships,
The last resort for a pale corpse.
Lots of thrusty bloody wanders
You’ll see in eyes of “MACHINE-GOD”!

Like an Eagle soaring up on mountain high
And when I die 
There's no fear of where I'm going
I'll leave this old world knowing that I've been saved by

in the meaningless fright
But I have destroyed the mortal shades at last
By an everlasting process of my spiritual fight

I've reached the heights
I

Hearts punctured by your spire
Flames shining twice as bright last half as long with their brilliant light
Scarlet beacon fire, you guided us through

And now
I've reached the end
You are my last resort
You are my last refuge
I throw myself at your feet
I seek your mercies

Show me the path

resorts to devastation
We default to do what we've always done

We say we never meant to hurt anyone
But truth is that's a bold lie
A forgotten battle cry

We use dat as the last resort
And I blow through stack at the last resort
South tower nigga pools in the suit
Blowin' out sour jewels lookin' sweet
I'm

realized it

I checked into the last resort
Scared straight, I learned to hate a part of who I was
They took my faith, they stole my God
The things that I've

reality obsolete, (in the calmer dark)
In the carnival's mirrors, reflections distort
A funhouse of lies, reality's last resort
Paint the world in shades

head very often
Rifle mi beat pon di target
Shub up him head, mi fire eagle
Beretta a buss up him head, nuh bag ah laughing
Buss bwoy head very often

Abandoned in a dark den
Started a blind grope in search for an exit
Crawling close to the rough walls
He stands up at last and, ahead, he stumbles

Can It Be All So Simple/Intermission

Wu-Tang Clan

Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)

now he got the loft
It's solid as a rock and crazy soft
No jokes, I'm not playin', get his folks
Desert Eagle his dick and put him in a yoke (ah)

blood ass off to court
I retort for the sport
Type a sort to abort last resort Narcissistic Nigga
What you told that boy hold my toy
Overjoyed smokin' for

(chorus)
They Say Chickens only fly out of fear 
Yet, Eagles wait for storms to fly above em like a Learjet 
I don't know why you cryin nigga
Betta

the light

And so, with no warning, no last goodbye
In the dawn of the morning sky
The eagle will rise again

I cant take it back
I lost my last resort again
And memories are fading away all along

I've done my last mistake
Before i even noticed why
I was

There's Nobody Home on the Range Anymore

Chris LeDoux

Songbook of American West

1976

the eagle stopped flying, the night wind is still
And the last coyotes howling on some lonely hill
The old man is longing to lay it all down
In his final

The Kung Fu Monkeys 
From Eagle Rock with Love, Last Day of School 

Last day of 
Candy hearts and pop punk songs 
Grab a guitar and sing along 
Don't you

It's the movement of jah people
Yo killers
I read the scriptures last night
They talk about the battles we must fight
For we walk by faith and not by

The Dooright Family

Ray Stevens

Encyclopedia of Recorded Comedy Music

2012

I wanta tell you a story 'bout the Dooright Family. That soul singing gospel group from the hills of Tennessee. They travel in a silver eagle with

the pillars from above
Feeding on the souls of newborn stars breathing their last
Perhaps it's just a hologram of a champion of the past
Vanquished by the might