Lyrics:
Dors en paix St-Joseph
Ton fils est vivant
Et il ne porte plus les épines et le sang
Non, il ne porte plus qu’une petite croix
Et son nom de baptême
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
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
that whistle blows, and the crowd explodes
And them pickup-men are at your side
They tell you "Good ride, cowboy, good ride"
(Take a ride)
Well
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
a black box
RIP murals but also fuck the opps
Dead men tower over city blocks
I built a church atop the synagogue
Where you built your mosque
Dead men
was someone at the door
And Joseph turned to see
Some plain and simple shepherd men
Down on bended knee
They talked about an angel
Who told them where
to call him dad
Jacob, Jacob and sons, men of the soil, of the sheaf and crook
Jacob, Jacob and sons, a remarkable family in anyone's book
Reuben was
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
Saying Mother, I know that you'll grieve
But I've given my soul to St John the gambler
Tomorrow
Saw a lot of men against his will.
He would have to tell her
That she still was his.
Joseph's looks and handsome figure
Had attracted her attention
the state raised him, and the hate raised him
They clowned on him at school but he fronted like it ain't phased him
S**t, now it's about getting money cause
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,
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
blind Joseph came towards him
With a shotgun in his arms
He said you'll pay me twenty dollars
Before you leave my farm
Van Bushell saw the hook
Once upon a Christmas far away in Bethlehem
Mary being great with child had no place to lie down
So Joseph found a stable in which Mary had her
to the cross
They nailed him to the cross, they nailed him to the cross
The men they crucified him, they nailed him to the cross
Joseph begged his body
Joseph
As a young boy chasing dragons with your wooden sword so mighty,
You're St. George or you're David and you always killed the beast.
Times change
snatches;
Worn-out garments show new patches;
Only count the chick that hatches;
Men are grown-up catchy-catchies.
Buttercup.
Yes, I know,
That is so.
Fuck outta my business
I did things that most
Men will ask forgiveness broke the code
The commandments from my descendants
Who gives a fuck? New
it's an olive tree
And he looks at Mary doing her chores
And all the young men around Joseph's age
They're watching TV
Watching baseball, watching
Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming
Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung,
Of Jesse's lineage coming,
As men of old have sung.
It
(3:55)
1st Verse Sheila says the heart is just a muscle Sheila says the heart is cooled by time Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
No big up our gun men, seen? (Big up, big up)
Cuh dis ah 94' when ah RAA fi kill people and kyaan dun
Nuh waan pussy hole hold di kaanah
Watch
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