Lyrics:
of the serpent
See the cynic who's counting his gold
While gun runners, priests and clairvoyants
Are dancing around the rising demon
You are taught to eat up
it's own demise
(As I sat there I began to cry)
The situation worsens every day that goes by
(And I thought how can this be, Lord why)
So heavy on me
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me rolled
In it's autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
to walk away
That's when I saw your face
Love, there is nothing better than this
Love, think of all the chances we miss
See the people walking by
With
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
song?
Well?
There the author got it wrong.
Survive did I - I did not drown.
I lived on Turtle Isle.
I jumped the Caroline
For she'd been had by Neptune.
I been strangled by these songs
But I ain't in the wrong
And I ain't impartial no more
So as I try to die
Sell the blood from my eyes
A good
There's no use to make reply
You can't kill what does not live
I'll make you suffer by my will
Alright, I'm in complete control
Now heads are gonna roll
I
the good way and walk in it, walk on
Saints of old and streets of gold
Will gaze upon His throne
Singin' holy, holy God of glory
We'll worship Him
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
I'd rather have Jesus than silver or gold
I'd rather be His than have riches untold
I'd rather have Jesus than houses or land
I'd rather be led by
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
St. Joe, trade-in
I don't want this life
There's too much gold, and
Not enough bad guys
So won't you talk to St. Pete
And see what he can do for
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
I leave bodies in ditches, play bitch niggas like bithces
Nutcracker doin hits by the dozen
When I make moves, I ride the train with my cousin
a whole new point of view.
I've been touched by an angel, it's impossible, but true.
I believe in you.
I swear that forever from today, no one will
gone listen (I got people who)
I got P's on my wall and I ain't talking bout pictures
[Chorus:]
(I got people who)
That don't wear golds (I got
thrilled
By anything we loved
And everything we killed
But the biggest risk we'll ever take
Will be to stay here in one place
Swearin' gold is struck
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