Lyrics:
beings
From the sea
Androgenous fish beings
From the sea
Oh ye Shining Ones
Like Oannes by the shore
You taught us science, art
And how to go to war
Oh
cold and so vicious
With friends like these, well who needs politicians
The first one, its always comes free
They tell you heroin takes like ice cream
blood sufficient for what ails ya
Makes scores of saints sing praises like mahalia
Vital signs were flat lined in the earth three days time then
He rose
Christ will save
So don't you Christians misbehave
'Cause Santa makes the list himself
And he's rotting on the warehouse shelf
And all the boys in
the poor, and mean, and lowly
Lived on earth our Savior holy
Jesus is our childhood's pattern
Day by day like us He grew
He was little, weak,
Evil son
Spread your wings of deepest black
Spit on "god"
May his lies be forgotten
The son of the mourning
A gift to our earth
Christ stands
like they were dead leaves through
Your ears I heard the mountain
Laugh, the banshee cry
The statue of Mohammed roll a dice to plastic
Buddah, screaming
western armies
to the left two bored men discuss suicide by drum solo
serious songs jesus christ
once a year or maybe twice
your son looks like
of strength
Before we follow Christ
We need to be advised
It's only for the weak
He welcomes the worn and weary
All who are wounded by sin
And just
like it
Hurt by the people I trusted, I promised I wouldn't go back
But I lied I guess, I don't know why I'm blessed
My eyes are still waterproof
gave me life
Still-born, so me and Christ share a likeness
None like him, no Siamese, it's all timing
You can push, hope it come out live, but this ain't
Pass me the ball I'm Carter
I'ma create me a whole new lane
'Cause I gotta give it to 'em
Ain't nobody gonna do it like we do it
Thought I told 'em that
everyday mon ball
Bad guy bere lowo Sumbo
Nothing mankind no go ever see
Even Jesus Christ hated by the pharisees
Critics go con go like the DRC
I just dey
As long as I change a life
Or two when I'm writing tunes
Even though these industry folks
Don't like my views
Still I've decided to never hide the truth
That's good
"But oh, the world, it held me down
It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown"
No one thinks a pretty girl has feelings
No one gets
chose struggle
I never wanted this pressure, I was born troubled
I'm in a fight take a look at my knuckles
It's like I'm hitting brick wall living life
her side by saying,
To dance beneath the heavens!
Christ, your mother's hanging on my bedroom door
I'll bet she's pretty, queen of the city
If
you like matches do
I got females in my dungeon, about fifty batches full
They're all ready to get skinned, kid, their flesh is gettin' pinned
By
gonna look like and what I'll call ya
Will you be like me or like your mother
Will you one day have another sister or a brother
The one thing that I know
the poor, and mean, and lowly
Lived on earth our Savior holy
Jesus is our childhood's pattern
Day by day like us He grew
He was little, weak,
in a desert land
Beausoleil, Thine anger rising like a scorpion
Beausoleil, dune buggy baby on a fairground slide
Beausoleil, the taste of honey
All those years are passed by and lost
And I don't want to remember again
Faces and memories, stars without life
Like absent shadows or vain empty
have resurrected my heart from the grave
hey hey hey
I'm alive
You are telling me who I really am
I've been crucified with Christ and I no longer
"You and your race, get fucked".
The Irish hate the Irish;
It's Arab versus Jew;
You're cactus if you're Kurdish,
And by Christ I'm sick of you.
There's
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