Lyrics:
your future
Makin' it all shady
Don't touch, never ever steal
Unless you're in for the kill (for the kill)
Or you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohs
finally breathe life in
Without wondering where she's been
Go to sleep at night without her on your mind
In a second it appears
Followed by
Where are you going
Weeping wanderer
I can see
By the tears in your eyes
That you have
Sorrow in your heart
Where are you going
Weary wonderer
I can
Hang out the window on my opps, I don't get car sick
These niggas in testing nino, they can't be intelligent
I put a band-aid on your face, you a Saint
GOING GOING GONE
Music and Lyrics by Gordon Pogoda & Johnny Elkins
I wanna cry but would my tears make you see
We can’t go on the way that you’re
So why do I feel so sad?
You cannot hide the way you feel inside, I realize
Your actions speak much louder than words
So tell me why
Ooh, by now
(Jezebel) they call you Jezebel whenever we walk in
(Jezebel) you're going straight to hell
For wanton acts of sin, they say
And that I'll have
it
Somebody?s going hungry and someone else is eating out
Funny the way it is, not right or wrong
Somebody?s heart is broken and it becomes your
of their way to avoid her
That is, all but one
A kid by the name of Johnny Adams
A boy who was always seen waiting
To take Cassandra home each day after
If you see your brother standing by the road
With a heavy load from the seeds he sowed
If you see your sister falling by the way just stop and say
Oh, it's crying time again
Your going to leave me
I can see that far away look in your eye
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling
That it
dancing spell my way, I promise to go under it
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm going to
Hey,
(Spose)
Show don't tell they’ll never say way to go
They'll just say go to hell
Never ever let your cranium swole
You’ve got to keep your ego, under
Oh, it's crying time again
Your going to leave me
I can see that far away look in your eye
I can tell by the way you hold me, darling
That it
like fish
Mr. Big Mouth, the gat be trout
You need to douche out your style no doubt
Johnny struck through the Shaolin slum
Prum-prum-prum on my
so fine
You're gonn' to be sitting there on your little machine
Tryin to look and keep it clean and
You're going to be home playing bingo all
you by the hand
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
We're going to the promised land
We're heading 'cross the river
Wash your sins 'way in the tide
constantly trying to be used to praise the Christ
If he's truly raised to life
Then this news should change your life
And by his grace you can put your faith
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
Jack Frost nipping on your nose,
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,
And folks dressed up like Eskimos.
by, in the traffics boom
Knowing, just where you are blowing
Getting to where you should be going
Day by day your world fades away
Waiting to feel
you by the hand
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
We're going to the promised land
We're heading 'cross the river
Wash your sins 'way in the tide
that sound shake it around your mind , mind , mind
Johnny and Eddie and me and Jimmy and Jack
Are gonna do a little number on the teacher when she
the hand
Shout Hallelujah, come on, get happy
We're going to the promised land
We're heading 'cross the river
Wash your sins 'way in the tide
And it's all so
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody
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