Lyrics:
Well, I'd just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
But I'd always end up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man
of the snake
[Chorus]
All in all it's just a poor man's crusade
Poor man's crusade
The Holy Land home of our blessed lord
Enslaved and stained by godless
Well, I'd just roll my eyes and make a beeline for the door
But I'd always end up starry-eyed, cross-legged on the floor
Hanging on to every word
Man
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
ride, one last ride
My past is close behind me, my pistol by my side
Gotta keep on ridin'...time's not on my side
I'm a pistol totin' gamblin' man
a hundred grand
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Man I make this money dance
I criss cross, she sun tans
Propellers out the window over our lands
Where I land
Girl we
If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor
A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured
Things were never what they used to be
Now
on as the years go by
With no love of God or our human rights
and all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross
you'd be surrounded
By my love and ecstasy
This is the start of one great love affair
That's never ever never gonna end
We can share the world together
with me, baby, baby
Did you know that you'd be surrounded
By my love and ecstasy
This is the start of one great love affair
That's never ever never
me, baby, baby
Did you know that you'd be surrounded
By my love and ecstasy
This is the start of one great love affair
That's never ever never
For forgiveness
There're sufficient Lord, to make me whole again.
Man of sorrow, Lord, You were
Rich Son of God became poor just for me
You took
back the clock
From father time
When men never
Dare cross the line
In another man's dime
In this recession,
cll men proceed
In progression
, by
of gold
Pastures new we will see
Side by side we will go
To this land, this ecstasy I know
We'll be dancing in paradise
Until then my friend
I'll make
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden
trying to cross some grass
Throwing rocks at the cops
Get off my land
My land
I'm poor
I'm black
I may be ugly
I'm poor
I'm black
I may be ugly
I'm poor
I’m a poor country boy, only doing what I’m told
Always abiding, by the law
I did nothing wrong, but I’m on the run
Cause the sheriff’s put a price
Slits on my legs covered up
By my thigh high socks
(Unless you're into that sort of thing)
Income and salary based
On being tied in knots
(And I've
fevered-summer waking morn.
Back back when the poor poor boy was born.
Now cross into his fortune.
While enchanted by the queen.
A lone shady shelter stood
Daidle deedle daidle daidle man
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town,
A fine tin roof with real wooden
be like 'Boyz N Hood', affiliated by my brothers
Worship higher powers, folks impoverished, drinking from the chalice
So they say it's his blood, be
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
She woke me up with a bang, bang
Looking' over cross eyed had a big
Hunch that the world was a big lie
When I got up all the blood to my head
I
man
I'd build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would
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