Lyrics:
Where greed, jealousy and envy
Are manifested by what others accomplished in life
My son was very very much aware of that
He appreciated his station
Where greed, jealousy and envy
Are manifested by what others accomplished in life
My son was very very much aware of that
He appreciated his station
And I'm a real rockstar
Feel like Mumford and Sons
Went to catholic school just so I could f*** all the nuns
I got that shit by the pound I got that shit by
On the Mississippi Mud.
And what a dance do they do
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
Why, they don't need no band
They keep time by clappin their hand.
Just
Peep the style and the way the cops sweat us
Artillery got a gun for every letter
In the alphabet while your family in pajama's
I'll be stepping in
hurrying through
While Brittania's sons with their long range guns, sailed in by the Foggy Dew
'Twas England bade our wild geese go that small nations
below
I'm like "Hey man
We ain't gotta feel so bad"
He's like "Amen
These are days we can't get back"
(1-2-3-4)
Drop those bags, let's get down
You see some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they've never heard of Santa Claus
They've never heard the story of the Son of God
That
You see some folks have never heard a jingle bell ring
And they've never heard of Santa Claus
They've never heard the story of the Son of God
That
on the dash
For the next eight and one half years
We got paid by Cash
He took us down to Nashville
To Columbia studio
Not knowing where we came from
lovin, I never applied a room
without bringing the plan
by any means and means of leaving you teens,
of all those teenage scenes
I tried so hard
and got
You, the mothers who sent your sons
Wipe away your tears
For those who fought and those who fell
Become our sons as well
You the warriors with your
been crucified again
Crucified, been crucified again
In the night, they started singing
They had no right to keep believing
But down below, there's
without hope and without pride
So who will know where they come from
Who raised a torch for those who died
I will be with them
In the summer sun
comes with its perfected sons
He will be known by the scars
For a time He sought to tell the world He was the Way
That God the Father had a human
It's late, for pirates on parade
Too late, for pirates on parade
Traffic noises down below me
A helicopter circles slowly
Monsters sink into
I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Shooting in the dark too long
When something’s not
without hope and without pride
So who will know where they come from
Who raised a torch for those who died
I will be with them
In the summer sun
Superstitions rumors notions
Those damn mountains
Got me good
Superstitions superstitions
Trade you life for that gold?
You know I would
He said son dont
and clear
That tiny world below
Das war die Welt
Those tiny feet on grass
Human souls, our prey
Das war die Welt
Das war die Welt
Signed off by the number
Hollywood, never-never land. Juxtaposed to B.B.D. and O. Beyond San Fernando on hillside manors on the banks of toxicity those below and those above the same.
he wears
Blinded by obsession.
Wars are won by those who dare
The memory still haunts him.
Remember the heroes
Who fight for the right
the one below
We lay our lives for thee
Accept this sacrifice of blood
To you we are sworn
For the one below
We lay our lives for thee
Accept this sacrifice
and said,
'Well my son, life is like a beanstalk, isn't it?'
Held close by that which some despise
which some call fake, and others lies
And somewhat small
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