Lyrics:
seafarer
Grandson fo a schooner man
Catherine is a sailmaker's daughter
Today he's gonna take her hand
Calm waters
Wish them well
His ship's come in
man
And my advice to you, my son
Is to fight back while you can
Watch out for the man with the silicon chip
Hold on to your job with a good firm
So much holy, so divine
Yours and so much mine
By the morning light is Thine
Perfect by design
Mighty to man, light of the earth
Sending His Son
of schoolin'
Son of a bitch put out the light
Thirteen year old hookers
Take a sack right trough the bars
You wonder why the man's outside the door
Junior
'Cause it don't matter how they lay me down
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
Well, my mama was
While the music played, you worked by candlelight
Those San Francisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed the diamond
of Righteousness
Light and life to all He brings
Risen with His healing wings
Mild, He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons
down and say "this is my land"
This land will pass on to my child, when he's grown
To love it as much as i, for all the sons gone by
And when he's
of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you say don't ya know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they
He was thinking back when he was a kid
His folks were divorced
His old man high on something
Came knocking at the door
His mama wouldn't talk
man!
For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north
Led by Kelly, the boy from Killanne!"
Tell me who is the giant with the gold curling hair,
He
you'll be a man, my son!
Will you remember the famous men,
Who had to fall to rise again?
So take a deep breath,
Pick yourself up,
Dust yourself
watch his sons play the game he loved
He would tell us lots of stories
Of heroes and glories
And the pride of the Wembley Wizards on Busby Babes
His
the heav'n-born Prince of peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born
a man, and close your mealy-mouth!"
Dial-A-Cliché
Dial-A-Cliché
Dial-A-Cliché
But the person underneath
Where does he go?
Does he slide by
She wants you by the bed
So get ready, young master
Go shake your sleepy head
Darling son, "I am dying
And I leave it to you as I'm leaving
Tell me,
man, yo, son, I'm hit
I'm hit son, I'm hit, I'm hit (yo, son)
Damn, son (yo, oh, yo, yo)
You bleedin' son, bad son
Ayo grab this, grab this, take
love you more
It took me by surprise, I must say
When I found out yesterday
Don't you know that I heard it through the grapevine
Not much longer
would kill.
And daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I'm sorry my son, but you're too
don't know the time
That the Son comes down from the stars
Lights off
Ain't nobody watchin' me
I heard about the man in the sky
But he prolly fell asleep
soul should work
My father gave me my shotgun
That I'll hand down to my son
Try to teach him everything it means
I'm a man of my convictions
a demon
The son of man came eating and drinking
And you said he is a friend of tax collectors
But what can I say about you?
You are like children in
man, yo, son, I'm hit
I'm hit son, I'm hit, I'm hit (yo, son)
Damn, son (yo, oh, yo, yo)
You bleedin' son, bad son
Ayo grab this, grab this, take
They say, "give yourself a chance son, don't let life pass you by"
But the world of reality is a rat race where only the strongest survive
It's a dog
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