Lyrics:
The ceremony Cradles my head in trace
I brush dust from my teeth
Fleeing hands and spiders
Plead for salvation
They wash the clawed of a priest
(Bongo ByTheWay)
Bumper to bumper like LA in traffic
I write the lyrics, she make the captions
Who gon' direct you with all them theatrics?
But
to her arms
Mother, I'm alright
It took the birth of sin to snake-rattle the mind
Before a blow to the head by the gavel of time
To wake up
Won't
Away in a manger no crib for his bed.
The little Lord Jesus lay down his sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where he lay.
The little
this by myself
I don't like this
Everyday, I wanna run away
But when I'm beside you
You make me wanna fly
I wanna wake up
Wake up from my head
Imma wake
the cold and holy darkness you were always shining brighter than a star.
God bless you, John!
For the love and joy you've given and the living inspiration
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
a girl who cries above me
Loud enough to wake the dead
They don't know what she has taken
That has scrambled up her head
There's a boy just down below
wakes, the glory breaks,
And Christmas comes once more.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in
strange
Blood on the walls
You stand alone satisfied
I'll wake the silence in you
I'll shoot the violence through you
Terrified by the thought
a kick like a Tennessee mule
Wake up in the mornin', hurtin' head, skinned knees
Ain't no doubt about what's puttin' a whoopin' on me
[Chorus]
So many years I cried ‘cause my soul denied
That He would save a wretch like me
So full of gloom and dread that I hung my head
I wouldn't claim
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Laid down His sweet head
The stars in the sky
Looked down where He lay
The little
Away in a manger
No crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus
Lay down his sweet head
The stars in the sky
Look down where lay
The little Lord Jesus
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head
The stars in the sky look down where He lay
But little Lord
Away in a manger, no crib for a bed
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head
The stars in the sky look down where He lay
The little Lord
with not a soul there to share with
Hurry, it's lovely up here!
Wake up, bestir yourself, it's time that you disinter yourself
You've got a spot
Ooh
He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants
But it tears her apart 'cause nothing's for her heart
He pulls in late to wake her up with
the wicked witch ( Oh)
Ding Dong, the wicked witch is dead
Oh yeah, happy day
Wake up you sleepy head
Rub your eyes
Get out of that bed
Wake up, the wicked
growing stronger
Echoes that deafen the mind
Will bury my voice in their wake
Caught in a Web
Removed from the world
Hanging on by a thread
Spinning
Hold my head down
Holy grail
The sun will burn you down
And I'm about to take it
Hold my head down
Holy grail
Cause time passing by your town
You make it
you are
Holy, you will be
Holy my God remains forever
I lift my head up high
For your presence draws me near
Entranced with every word
Am I worthy
Yeah (wake up, wake up)
Free your mind (I said wake up)
Good morning America
Good morning America (I said wake up)
Good morning America
Now,
actions gotta match it
Sipping gasoline
While I'm chewing on a matchstick
Feeling fantastic
Angels by my side
Holy order, sipping holy water
Getting nice
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