Lyrics:
The virgin Mary was His mother
And Joseph was his earthly father
Three wise men came from afar
They were guided by a shining star
To see King Jesus where
she has never done
She calls herself St. Matthew, when she is on the run.
She stoops down to gather partly shattered men
And knows that when it's
the streets together
Down in Oakland
Off of west grand,
St Joseph relief
A program
A good place were good people get food,
Help your fellow man is
At Christmas time
Oh, we call it Christmas time
Oh, you know it's Christmas time
When Christ our Lord was born
To Joseph she exclaimed in truth that
in the west
Three wise men follow
With no time for rest
And heaven can't be far
From where we lie
Heaven can't be far
From where we lie
Fuck out of my business
I did things that most
Men would ask forgiveness
Broke the code of commandments
From my descendants
Who gives a fuck? New
On July 31st 1943 a bloody round in the battle for the Solomon Islands
Was being fought in the tangled jungle of the island of New Georgia
This is
wonders how can this be;
What will the people say
And what if Joseph can't believe.
And her questions and her fears
Are met with an overwhelming joy
That
death brag thou wander'st in his shade.
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this,
just like men who put me down
Joseph Stalin was a faggot
He believed in sex and magic
Joseph Stalin was a daddy
He was sexy, oh so sassy
Joseph Stalin
answered, loved, complied
St. Joseph, spiritual father
Fostered our Savior in your home
St. Joseph, teach us to listen
And know Gods Plan is better than our
and a back that's strong.
You load sixteen tons, what do you get
Another day older and deeper and debt
St Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go
I owe
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man,
thou grow'st,
So long as men can breath, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee
Joseph Hathaway, Charles Kingsley
Down deary down
There was a knight and he was young a-riding along the way Sir
And there he met a lady fair
that's strong
You load sixteen tons, so what do you get,
Another day older and deeper in debt
So, St. Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go,
I owe
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard
that's strong.
You load sixteen tons an' what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt.
St Peter don't you call me cause I can't go:
I owe
The railroads and the riverboats
That bred the mighty men
That we read about and we dream about
The men who built this land
And the farmers
the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mister City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like
I've no guarantee
Grovel, grovel, cringe, bow, stoop, fall
Worship, worship, beg, kneel, sponge, crawl
We are just eleven brothers
Good men and true
And as Joseph dreamt, the angel was sent
With tidings of peace and joy of the blessed baby boy
They travelled for miles to reach Bethlehem
Yet when they
to see my Nancy
I rode both day and night
I courted fairest Nancy
My own heart's true delight
The sheriff's men they followed
And overtaken me
They carted
I'm part of this vision,
Our dreams and future
Linked in one identity.
We work hard for this reason:
To be women of integrity.
St Joseph, our
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