Lyrics:
wouldn't sacrifice her principles for sex.
She looked with scorn on the gyrations
Of her relations who danced the conga
And swore that if she had
I've thought I needed things that I could by with gold
I scorn the treasure of her love my arms could hold
A love that made me richer than a king yes
scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin’ rare,
And I says, says I, to a passer-by,
“Who’s the maid with the nut brown hair?
He smiled at me and he says,
Beedle-dee-bah, beedle-dee-bah, beedle-dee-ree-pa-dom...
[Chorus]
I'm a nut, I'm a nut
My live don't ever get in a rut, whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop
find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by
and fear to never awaken
The pure and virtuous scorched in their wake
Bled by unabated scorn to bleed and endure
Blackened hearts not only inherit fortune
within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
To wich his Mother Mary
Did not take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Of comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort
Just call my name, cause I'm feel
Just call my name, cause I'm feel your scorn!
Faster than an agony
Terrifying endless cycle, entry cage
And like
to love him all the more
Scorn not his simplicity oh no
Oh no oh no
Only he knows how to
Face the future hopefully
Surrounded by despair
He won't ask for
the same as how
You were raised
By the scorn and scars you fight
To be free
So just call out for my name
And I'll call out
Sweet child there's more to love
violently we buck! and kick
Dancing till my mommah sick
Build a nutmeg nation brick by brick
Chances to flow and shell to crack
Outerlimitness there
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort
But to scoff and scorn
The builders rejected stones
Where is Your Love?
Where is Your Love?
Is there a use for Your hands and heart?
You plot and ploy
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow - willow
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing all a green willow –
scorn in your eyes
Been out all night, gonna tell you no lies
Stopped in one place, heard them singin' a song
Heard them singin' a song
Like a lonely
The wisdom of generations suffers, suffocating by obtuseness
When iniquity holds justice in scorn and good will has no power to defeat the evil in man
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
the merch store, hit the merch store
Walnut’s grove is gone
Which sucks for a Druid
Plus Maelith’s strong, but Nut’s wising to it
Sigils on the cave walls
medical scorn
I rave as I dismember my bloodstained axe strikes
Enslavement to sickness ... my loathe boils deep inside
Mesmerized by the stench of rot
deadpan stare
Long for worth in dying oceans
To never unearth
By the scorn of weakness lay me to rest
Rip away the flesh we scarred with god
And scour our
And laid within a manger upon this blessed morn
To which His Mother Mary did nothing take in scorn
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
Oh,
Chicago €“ so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, You're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
Chicago so get in bed
This bedroom's only 12 by 10
You're all talk, you're all talk
I got your number for a real good time
Take the phone off
and flame
Deafened by the howling dread
Unbound from what is sane
I am precedent
I am scorn
I am rage
I am agony
I am guilt
I am shame
I am precedent
I am
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