Lyrics:
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
that you threw it all away
The same old story, a pattern of deceit
Your chorus bores me but still i tap my feet
It moves right through me as it passes by
poor
But if you ain't authentic, my love goes out the door
Been let down once before, it ain't happening again
But once I shut the door, that's when my
lamb that was born
Can you hear Mary’s cries
Mother’s heart that was torn
She conceived Jesus by the Holy Spirit
Blessed among women
Cause the Child
stop is pavement
You all gone owe me but not by a payment
Peso the greatest is an understatement
Peso the poor said my old banking statement
Knew in
girls spread out and drop seeds like they're farmers
They're old as their momma's, the same age as their aunt
And the neighborhood drunk men and that
the law
But it's not in their hearts
Some keep the Holy Days
But they're not set apart
What's the point of Sukkot
Without the spirit dwelling?
What's
admit
That you're in torment
But it's killing you
Mimì
I can tell that the poor girl
Is head over heels in love with Marcello
Alcindoro
What will people
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Come, your circle round him closing
Pious hearts that love the Lord
Come, ye poor no pomp of station
Robes the Child your
I cried
I warn you, I am armed
And there, by God, my Jacky stood
Living and unharmed
My darling love I was so certain, my poor heart did burn
That
As William and Mary walked by the sea-side,
Their last farewell to take,
Should you never return, young William, she said,
My poor heart will surely
There's an old teddy bear resting on my bed with a brass button for an eye
It dangles there by a worn out thread
Won't be long before he goes blind
Thus over Enoch's early-silvering head
The sunny and rainy seasons came and went
Year after year. His hopes to see his own,
And pace the sacred old
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
come together united by the words
The words to a song
I thought our hearts had forgotten
come together united by the words
The words to a song
I thought our hearts had forgotten
Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there
ain't never had 'em,
I hope you never will
Well, the blues
Is a achin' old heart disease
(Do it now. You gon' do it?
Tell me about it.)
Let
ain't never had 'em,
I hope you never will
Well, the blues
Is a achin' old heart disease
(Do it now. You gon' do it?
Tell me about it.)
Let
Hope you never will
Well, the blues
Is a achin' old heart disease
Do it, now
You gon' do it?
Tell me all about it
Said the blues
Is a low-down
Hope you never will
Well, the blues
Is a achin' old heart disease
Do it, now
You gon' do it?
Tell me all about it
Said the blues
Is a low-down
poor old pappy
Was a goin' through
We'll meet person to person and man to man
From South Alabama to the promised land
I wanna speak man to man
With
Lifestyles of the poor but proud
Cuddle up on the porch and enjoy the view
We can't afford Niagara Falls
But there's a fountain by the old town hall
We'll
to hold me, 'til I'm old and wrinklin'
And these adversaries
They gonna have to be worryin'
'Cause I'ma be illin', fulfillin' my passion
'Til I'm
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