Lyrics:
over judgment
A whore is proven righteous
Bums been cast to the street
Fine men finding folly
For their vain conceit
I will show you my faith by my works
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once ya
say the dope game is sour
Now they doin' homework that's when they follow you for hours
Come to your crib and devour all that you work for
Must be
life
The voice of justice kills your dreams
the sword of desire
destroys all the men
Fight or die
live don't cry
no more the pain
work with your brain
ain't bricks and buildings
She all of God's people Men women and children
A building of beings being constructed
Christ is the cornerstone
These tin men are no nonsense
Not the happiest thing
They make the call between black and white
And what grey is bore in between
And they say
the mayor Ed Koch
Washing windows on the Bowery at a quarter to four
'Cause he ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Living on borrowed time and borrowed
men in suits
With power to abuse
No one to answer to
The manufactured truth
We work 9 to 5
just to scrape by in life
just waiting until that next pay
wounded men
Five was dead by the time we reached that bloody tent
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, you know what I mean
I don't want to hurt no more
bald men
Decided to write songs to teach Mouseketeers to sing
I stick Britney Spears in a room full of mirrors
So she gets fifty years of bad luck
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
Have mercy, Mr percy
(4 million people out of work right now)
Can't find a cent to pay my rent
(Half the youth population out
Of work right now) give
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
To ever wanna try again
There are times I know when you're feeling low
You think that you'll never get a break
But if you let yourself be ruled by
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
and vision,
Street car collisions and all.
We got the G-men on a mission,
They can't catch up at all.
Well, won't you have that motor twitchin',
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
The devil makes work for idle hands
Yes, the devil makes work for idle hands
Of mice and men, the best laid plans
Fall apart, for time runs as sands
The devil
dare bring up your ex 'cause he a dead guy
I wonder
Why, oh why? (Oh why?)
Do you ride, do you stick by his side
If he makes you cry every night?
men
Beverly Hills to the Tenements
Unbothered and unware
Of people and how they stare
I see you from a far, girl
Don't think we'll ever meet
Absurd
king kong, in cannes, on a date with spiderman
dan dare's sitting there, scared by the killer teddy bears
downtown, mini mouse is
Architects of damnation
Pulling strings to empower nations
Jeopardizing what it is to be human
No compassion its only business
Led by men in suits
collide
The young today, I must confess
Have lost the path of righteousness
By settling for something less
The smarty pants, they fail to see
Talking heads tell the masses the story
They shape the lie in the schools and the TV
Our fathers work and intent is unwritten
By the lazy who don't know
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