Lyrics:
with a fickle sun,
Then Booth declared the day had come.
The word was passed and the guns were brought,
Down to Mary Sarrat's boarding house.
sleeping about
Six feet away, with my stick.
- What the hell! he said.
- Be quiet. Move real slow. Look. I said.
He saw the dogs.
- Oh shit! Was all
Look at this flesh yeah I had enough
I'm bout to punch in forever these verses tough
I got the church by my side like a Powerpuff
I got to stay locked in
made you jealous, John
You couldn't fill his shoes
Was that the reason, tell us, John
Along with bad reviews?
Damn
They're coming! They'll be
There's only two types of men
Pimps and John's
There's one type of bitch
That's a hoe
God damn hooker this is my world
God damn time to go
poetry
And lines of melody
It is the music of my life
It's the writing on the wall
Leaving messages
For all the world to see
I sing along
With Elton John
Gucci, fuck the industry I'm big Gucci
I'm with your mom she gave me big smoochies
I spit harder than John Belushi, aye
I'm riding round like I'm big
Words and music by John Kay
Good evening one and all, this is channel 24
Bringing you the latest news around the world
Down in Florida today,
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just like F John wayne
With the guns blazing ah ah (Forty-fives blazing ah ah)
Yippee yippee ki ye
Just another run away
Now I’m
Love and Memory by John Clare
Thou art gone the dark journey
That leaves no returning
'Tis fruitless to mourn thee
But who can help mourning?
that been hardened
Change a view that's been distorted
Lets make it crystal clear, you don't gotta be plagued by fear
2nd Timothy 1 and 1st John 4 it's
Awful things are happening in this world today
Infact, the words of an old hymn come to mind
Its an unfriendly world
Tragedies by land and sea,
with treason
I went away to Americay to escape my death in prison
Gone, gone, gone are the days of old
Go on, go on, into the fold
I refused to sing "God
(Hook)
One by one these bitches fall in love like dominos
Stay beside me like John Stockton, I'm like Karl Malone
One by one these bitches fall in
ass
They took away my right to bear arms
What I'm 'posed to fight with, bare palms?
Yeah, right
They comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns
does it, he kills him again
Who killed John Lennon?
A loser with a pistol, a martyr's best friend
And each time he's televised, he kills him again
But I keep under my body
And bring it into subjection
Lest that by any means
When I have preached to others
I myself should be a castaway
I spent my
[demo from 1989/90, with john hendricks on vocals. also available ]
[with james labrie on vocals on the "antiquities" cd. ]
- kevin moore
"I don't
word out with every word I speak
And stomping the devil's head till he's 10 feet deep
I'm charged up, amped up and so gone
Don't you know it's darkest
a persuasion
Listen up
John pulled out the racks damn that's a persuasion
I know I know money won't take this pain away
But for this life I won't change I
would probably throw my pride aside
Tell my old friends I love them
Tell them Byron tried
I still feel as if I need
To have words with you a few times
There John sits with his hose and bits
Leaving out his kit he needs to make his fix
But he's not in a private space
As passersby pick up their pace
No one gave a fuck about his
Jam and it was cast away
And his fuckin name forgotten by a
World that shit on him
Until he was discovered by, a Muslim
translate his words
So John spoke to the population
Without the lord you will live in sin
he will provide you liberation
Then the tribe raised their bows
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