Lyrics:
(Row, row, row)
(Row, row, row)
(Row, row, row, row)
The ships await us by the Birka quay
All prepared with sixty oars
They will carry us
At my worst
You wanted to call me Yours
Because You're too good
You're too good to me
You laid down Your child
To have us as sons and daughters
is calling me
This world was not meant for me
I carry my shame like a blade
Cutting scars across my face
Wearing my scars in my skin
Buried with all
no lies
What if I ain't had nothin', would you still be here by my side
What if I ain't had nothin' to give?
All this paper, all this car, they
settling I'd never choose the default
These views too great y'all know y'all hurt
And I can't see y'all no I can't see y'all
Making withdrawals
Street
the ink stained pockets of your jeans?
So I've come to pay my respects at the wake
I've buried it all and I'm dancing on my own grave
There could be
Inside a little house on the corner of a quiet street
There is a room kept dimly lit
That holds a misplaced invitation
Buried in a desk drawer
to write
That's all hes wanted in life
With two daughters,a son,and a remarkable wife
Hes in a bond
Hes has to provide
A family is relying on a Milli
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for
All the lonely people
Where do they all come
alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody got a answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he
in Liverpool by the sea
But that ain't who I am,
Lord have mercy
On the frozen man.
It took a lot of money
To start my heart,
To peg my
you try, to be like none of them Housewives
Selling us fools' gold
Tell a son to slang dope and daughter twerk when they get old
Damn shame, how we
Somewhere in the world a boy or girl is being buried by their mother
Somewhere in the world there is violence, brother against brother
Do your
they just don’t see how they see color, shit
Sometimes I can’t think the same
Like my mind wrapped in chains
Supplied by all these brand names
Tellin' me
Over everyone
I hear the sound of sons and daughters
I see the old dream wild in young imagining
Young and old will dream
I hear the sound of earth
Buried alive I See death closing in
This is the moment of truth
Trapped in a coffin
There's nowhere to hide
Six feet under ground
I'm being
our heads into the noose
And it just sits there watchin'
America, where are you now
Don't you care about your sons and daughters
Don't you know we
motherfuckin minute maid two twin glocks pouring hate in my gatorade breaking down all the the motherfuckin barricades leave your skull buried watch your
darkness stands on a thread of pinhole light
So all you are is contradiction
You buried the chance in a self-righteous glance
So your sons and your
buried in the cemetery
And I could be hate when you never know
Sometimes you just gotta say fuck it and let it go
All these drugs and all these hoes
Trail Of Tears
Written by Barbara Blue and Davor Hačić
Big Bad Blue Music
On the Great Smoky Mountains in the Valleys with sacred mounds
You can
playin with my top they dont know that im on it
Ima wake up and leave by myself in the morinin
Ima love on you hoe till you say you dont want it
If you
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