Lyrics:
I pray?
Don't know the worst she knows of thee
What about God?
Living is all I see
What do you care? Think she will say?
What about love?
What child is this
Who laid to rest
That I now find here sleeping?
Do angels keep the dreams we seek
While our hearts lie bleeding?
And could this
hath this day,
His men of might, in his own sight,
All children young, to slay.
Then woe is me, poor Child, for Thee,
And ever mourn and say,
For
is a swarm of sound
Around our heads
And we can hear it
And we can get healed by it
It will relieve from the pain
It will make us a part of
This
is not what I expect, this is not what I expect
I can see it in your tears and now they're crowning me the Caesar
Typically, I was a validation
is a swarm of sound
Around our heads
And we can hear it
And we can get healed by it
It will relieve from the pain
It will make us a part of
This
to take the pain away
It's getting worser day by day
And all my life has been this way
Can't reason with the pusher man
Finance is all that he
out, wheee
CHORUS
Jack is back now, everyone sing
In our town of Halloween
CHILD CORPSE
What's this?
CYCLOPS
What's this?
HARLEQUIN DEMON
I haven't
a lonely child
Who's waiting by the park
The reflex is a door to finding
Treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover
Isn't that bizarre
Every
Since they put her in this place
She's been diagnosed
By some stupid fuck
And mommy agrees
Why go home?
Why go home?
Why go home?
She seems
it's a beautiful unhappy home.
What a beautiful unhappy home
It's so hard to believe it's our own
But we're both held here, by a child we love dear
In
Don't hear the neighbour scream
He thinks my house is burning
Well, life is good to me
This Sunday morning (yeah)
She's a wild child
And her
You think that I don't feel love,
What I feel for you is real love.
In other's eyes I see reflected a hurt, scorned, rejected.
Love Child, never
An Angel's song is sung
Mary's time has come to best
The Lord will have a Son
Wise men come to welcome home the child
What child is this, who lay
squander
A mother to her child doesn't count the ways
A father to his child just knows
The work is done this child sings for you
The rocks, the songs
This
not to bruise it
Buy time, don't lose it
The reflex is a lonely child, who's waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in
What child is this, who, laid to rest, on Mary's lap, is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet, while shepherds watch are keeping?
This
you wild
Sadie Hawkin's Day is a-comin' next Sunday
Shaddam-dah-shaddam-do
And if she catches me I'll be hers by next Monday
you wild
Sadie Hawkin's Day is a-comin' next Sunday
Shaddam-dah-shaddam-do
And if she catches me I'll be hers by next Monday
down and say "this is my land"
This land will pass on to my child, when he's grown
To love it as much as i, for all the sons gone by
And when he's
what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you
you throw
A neighbor was passin' my garden one day she stopped and I knew right away
That gossip not flowers she had on her mind and this is what I
Government threw us in a maze (What?)
Had me trickin' 40k for some grades (What?)
Just to make 40k for the wage
Dropped out and made that in one day
I'm in
Monday's child is fair of face
And Tuesday's child is full of a grace
Wednesday's child is full of woe
But Thursday's child has far to go
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