Lyrics:
and a bumbling he will go
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Could never put a smile on that face
He's a sly one, he's a shy one, wouldn't you be
to enjoy a freedom that can not be rearranged by fear. To let nothing stand in the way of the freedom of those who chose to live here so today is 1980 again
stand, as others are snatched up by an evil ones hand
Chaos and order battling on the border
You are but cheese in a rats maze, and at the end you will be
When Black Friday comes
I stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I
deserted
Stand alerted
They'll love you when you're all alone
But you find a red rose in the morning light
You wait the night and find it gone
So hear
and a bumbling he will go
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Could never put a smile on that face
He's a sly one, he's a shy one, wouldn't you be
Blue, white and red / Red, white and blue
We stand together / as we carry you
Blue, white and red / Red, white and blue
We'll hold you high / One
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
What's the use of havin' muscles
If your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead
You been always kickin'
The cave mouth shines
By pure force of will
I look down on the world
From the top of this lonesome hill
And you can run, and run some more
From here
When Black Friday comes
I stand down by the door
And catch the grey men when they
Dive from the fourteenth floor
When Black Friday comes
I
And there I'll stand good book in hand,
A shepherd to these precious lambs
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say?
To tell the truth I'd never
They've come to grant you your rights
Hail to the King
Hail to the one
Kneel to the crown
Stand in the sun
Hail to the King
(Hail, hail, hail)
(The
Oh, Paddy dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round?
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground!
St. Patrick's Day no more
are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness
Or do I trust
muscles
When your life hangs by a thread
If you ain't got no red corpuscles
Jack, you're dead!
You've been always kicking
But you stubbed your toes
When
Hmm, ah
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see them walking by dressed in their
blossoms, by fields of young corn,
Where once she was pledged to her true-love.
The fields they stand empty, the hedges grow (go) free--
No young men
the dames
Gimme the range and the wain
My niggas up the pawn drop top jag walls
Blindfold you when you step in the car
That's the superstar status apparatus
Wanna be the block but can't buy the block
Bulldozin' the block, makin' the Red Sea choke on bones
Of drones sent by PPP loans to see how you spent
are maddening
Do I sit here and try to stand it
Or do I try to catch them red-handed
To I trust some and get fooled by loneliness
Or do I trust
The game populated with some copy cats
You better understand, that I will never copy that
I hope the story stand like i have to
Cause I'm here to stay and I
apparatus
think you got us where you want us but its not enough to grab us
like rabbits in a cage thats wrapped up in a maze
dedicated for the day but
Well last year we had a bumper crop
When them white oak acorns started to drop
So many
I twisted my ankle walking to the stand
Everywhere you
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