Lyrics:
livin'
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Papa did the best a man could do
A child's reality is paid for by his folks
Fancy fairy tales are bought and sold by those
Who can well afford time
His love lasts forever
Even when you feel like giving up
Joy comes in the morning
His love is everlasting
Surpass all understanding
Just know his
think of his last great battle
A lump comes to my throat
It takes a man who knows no fear
To wrestle with a goat
His blood-stained coat is tribute
to find a fitting mate;
A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,
A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.
And while he cooked his
God is a Good God and His love endureth
Because of what you've done for us, Your name right now we bless
Shout it from the rooftop that, God is
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
of the world inhabit it
And its morals aren't worth what a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London
At the top of the hole sit a privileged few
State of life, may i live, may i love
Coming out the sky, i name me a name
Coming out silver word for what it is
It is very nature of the sound,
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
all
Given for all of mankind
Eternal life is His alone
Given to all who believe
In Him alone
Jesus...
Jesus...
Jesus...
Jesus...
on his spotted shirt
A gray beard on his face
A man composed of many names
So I just called him ace
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But ace can't read and ace can't write
And he
My name is Brian
You have a phone we might use Great Scott!
Say, do any of you guys know how to Madison?
For god sake get a grip off yourself Janet
sadly, on the whole
It is the fool who bares his soul
I'll give the man a voice!
These are the facts of the matter
These are the names in the case
There are moments that the words don't reach
There is suffering too terrible to name
You hold your child as tight as you can
Then push away
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
an impeccable black
In the whole of St. James the smartest of names is
The name of this Brummell of cats
And we're all of up proud to be nodded or bowed to
By
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
his life
We were blessed by the teacher
Who didn't have a degree
We were blessed by the prisoner
Who knew how to be free
We were blessed
Yeah, we
She, she, life in death
She lets him live, her chosen one
"One after one by the star dogged moon
Too quick for groan or sigh
Each turned his face
The fence is too high to jump in jail
Too low to dig, I might just touch hell, hot
Get a life, now they on sale
Then I might cast you a spell
Look at what
And he could not speak his name
Still he smiled in understanding
Though life to him had been unkind
As I watched I thought in sorrow
Son thy burdens
can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life
Death bringer, father of lies
Destroyer of faith, teeth like knives
Your name is Legion, with many you come
But I am here to send you home
Cross
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