Lyrics:
Apollo drives the chariot.
The sun burns ‘cross the sky.
High above a fertile plain
Harvesting of the crop is nigh
The Cannabinologist
His stock is
is it gonna be my turn?
I've got something to say to these corporations
And it's sweet and to the point
And in plain and simple English
FUCK YOU!
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire it
Reel cool reel, reel cool
Hey there, weatherman what’s your name?
Hey, hey in this corporation
Your prediction’s a high roller’s game
Put your
Real cool.
Real, real cool.
Hey there weatherman,
What's your name?
Hey, hey.
In this corporation,
Your predictions are high roller's game.
Put
this dim, quiet starlight on the plains
I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well
That you've made my freedom so complete
That I'm no slave
guilty but the evidence was plain
Tomorrow he would go on trial for killing Mary Jane
They shouted beat the prisoner hardy we're gonna have a Lynchin'
this dim, quiet starlight on the plains
I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well
That you've made my freedom so complete
That I'm no slave
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jeb's rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him
About as low as I felt in a long time
And I know that I did a wrong at the wrong time
It's plain to see, she's down on me
And I know she'll feel
Angles we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o'er the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria in excelsis deo
Gloria in
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton
High or low, it was the same
Easy money, and faithless women
Red eye whiskey for the pain
Go down Bill Dalton,
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton
High or low, it was the same
Easy money, and faithless women
Red eye whiskey for the pain
Go down Bill Dalton,
the high white cotton yeah
Cause in my life I'll never get to walk on my knees in the fields
Oh singer sing about the railroad
Sing about the coal
It's just a little bitty pissant country place
Ain't nothin' much to see
No drinking allowed, we get a nice quiet crowd, plain as it can be
It's
we just can't commit
"Oh, back off, don't bother me, baby
Can't you see I'm workin' it"
Workin' it
It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet
such music
Kind of streetwise jubilation at the coming of that blessed boy
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing o´er the plains
Gmo, GMO has got to go
Power in the blood
Power in the blood
No time for spin-doctors' medicine
Corporation government selling me some
Glo-glo-gloria
Angels we have heard on high
Sweetly singing over the plain
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Angels we have on heard high
Sweetly singing ore the plains
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains
Gloria in excelsis Deo
You're good for me
I'm good for you
It's plain to see
In what we do
One kiss and we're flying high
Floating through the sky
You and I know why dear
plain
Gold I bring to crown Him again,
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
[Refrain]
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns
when our steps slow to the song
Of falling flakes and crackling flames
When silver stars are high and still
Deep in the velvet of the night sky
It's plain to see, the sun won't shine today
But I ain't in the mood for sunshine anyway
Maybe I'll go insane
I got to stop the pain
Or maybe
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