Lyrics:
the skies of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
a son
I was raised by the demons
Trained to reign as the one
God of thunder and rock and roll
The spell you're under
Will slowly rob you of your
Parker's dad
Came by today to see me and
He wondered if I'd like to go
With him and Billy on a hike
And maybe camp out overnight
The way I've seen them
written
So let it be done
To kill the first born pharaoh son
I'm creeping death
(Die) (is that everyone?)
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
(The weed, the hash or the 'caine)
(Afflicted by the pressures of life)
(Or the Desi' being stained on my brain)
Tempted by the sins of life,
, a poor man, a fool or a witty
Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity
We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen
By the time she was
Well the golden rose sailed with a broken man goin' south
Got on board with a woman to lead him 'round by the mouth
And it's goodbye golden rose
the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
Gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
Gonna make these
healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
Oh-oh, people of the earth
"Listen to the warning"
The Seer, he said
Beware the storm that gathers here
Listen to the wise man
I dreamed I saw
Pleased as man with men to dwell
Jesus our Emmanuel
Hark the herald angels sing
Glory to the newborn King
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more
to help you up
Are you the man you thought you'd be by the time that you turned thirty-three?
Are you still a bullet in your daddy's gun?
Don't forget
Guitars ring through the dead of night
Scream so blue sound so right
Make you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man
A native son in a foreign
healing in his wings
Mild he lays his glory by,
Born that man no more may die:
Born to raise the son of earth,
Born to give them second birth.
have to answer
To any man
And worries has enough
And you can tell by lookin'
This country boy's
Just a happy son of a gun.
He's just a hard
said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone"
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched
("Lucifer, son of the morning! I'm gonna, chase you out of earth")
("Lucifer, Lucifer, son of the morning")
I'm from the murder capital, where we
In long years of ancient time,
Stood alone a friend of mine.
Reflected by the ever-burning sigh
Of a god who happened by.
And in the dawn,
of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of the Virgin's womb
Joyful, all ye nations, rise,
King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored
Christ, the everlasting Lord
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of the Virgin's womb
Joyful, all ye
the heaven born prince of peace, hail the son of righteousness
Light and life to all He brings, risen with healing in His wings
Mild He lays his glory by
(Joy to the world the Lord is come)
Here was a man a man who was born in a small village the son of a peasant woman
He grew up in another small
The gypsy woman told my mother
Before I was born
I got a boy child's comin'
He's gonna be a son of a gun
He gonna make pretty women's
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