Lyrics:
number nine
And my mind catches a ride on the westbound number nine
Ma, I see you're ashamed to look me in the face
As if I was nothing but a past
the face
As if I was nothing but a past mistake
Sittin' there at night when Pa comes stumblin' in
Full of the Deacon's bathtub gin
Swearin' and a-cussin'
From the beginning of this own world,
Man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
In their lives and for all the
Wasted years.
time to unwind
So much pressure in this life of mine
I cry at times I once contemplated suicide
And woulda' tried but when I held that 9, all I could
And this song means a lot to us
I hope you know this song
This is a song called American Jesus by Bad Religion
What?
Yeah
I don't need to be
going home to stay
I'm going home for Christmas and nothing's gonna keep me away
She'll be face to face with Jesus as we celebrate His birth
And this gift
the short year
And the last time I seen you
You said you'd joined the Church of Jesus
Well me, I remember your long red hair falling in our faces
As you
Separated, I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that replaced all
And miracles are hard to come by these days (these days)
But the sweet Lord Jesus, he's a miracle man
He's got holes in His feet, in His side, in His hands
by the truth You now bring us,
Shine on me. Shine on me.
Shine Jesus shine
Fill this land with the Father's glory
Blaze, Spirit blaze,
Set our hearts
What's up, darlin'?
I been keeping my eye on your movement
I can't see no room for improvement
Why you all over there in your Jack Jones?
You
these caps off in these bitches
So why you want to mess with this
So why you want to take off this piece
Fool I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech
only imagine, yeah
What my eyes would see,
When your face, is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
To be surrounded by your glory
What
Cover your face, Mr jones, my dear
It's hot as Hell under the foam
And like me, you will be
In a crowd yet all alone"
In the labyrinth, in that lab
face
Behind all the jesus hurrah)
Could result in the end
To a worrisome trend
In which every american
Not 'born again'
Could be punished in cruel
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
one
Only bring more and more like dead explorers
I put a neat hole in Indiana Jones fedora
For that Somali Torah we lit up the night like
Sodom
Shit
It's Wiz Khalifa man
This shit hot, right?
Now don't blink cause the flow is closer, don't think
True diplomat, no Jim Jones and no Pink
cries
Know the family traumatized
Shots left holes in his face 'bout piranha-sized
The old pastor closed the cold casket
And said the church ain't got
scared to death of light and silence
Jesus kill me in side this
Raise me up to live again
Like you did
Like you did
eyes open cause I'm really a rocksmith
And when inviting me thoughts, I'm really unboxin'
My main adversary in this silly concoction
Freeze your face
talkin' 'bout a lil' K (nah)
Make 'em say church (amen)
When they see clarity diamonds and stones in my Jesus face
Ain't gotta run 'cause this not a race
the land of the unseen hand that holds trouble
Theorize your game, it's difficult to roll a double
The struggle ain't right up in ya face, it's more subtle
there to meet his judgment day
The shivering came upon him wave by wave
Well, he could feel the breath of death in Nickajack Cave
Then high above him
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