Lyrics:
on the team
And friends do rule supreme, ok
Oh, pardon you, me
With a capital 'see'
And who would have thought
With a capital nought?
In between
pays to advertise they say, I'll keep my hat on anyway
Or so I'm told
Go to zero
Everywhere you go go to zero
Nought is apropos go to zero
North,
accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born
Pink press threat!
Man with chip: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.
I'm cranked at nought like a Wimpey crane.
I'm a pink prole
wait
They are set at nought
Because cripple states a holy state
Because cripple states a holy state
The Werhmacht never got in here
The Werhmacht
on the team
And friends do rule supreme, OK
Oh, pardon you, me
With a capital 'see'
And who would have thought
With a capital nought?
In between
from ten down to nought
All the things that we bought
All the plans we made
Oh man will you stop
Talking, offering it up
So sweetly
It just ain’t yours
praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with His blood mankind has bought
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King
Lord, keep us steadfast in thy Word;
Curb those who fein by craft and sword
Would wrest the kingdom from thy Son
And bring to nought all he has
drou
And love me layde on bere
Love is my pes
For love I ches
Man to buyen dere
Ne dred thee nought
I have thee sought
Bothen day and night
The end's in sight, I fear.
If he had kept his pretty head
And just robbed the rich, but oh no, instead
All's come to nought and turned to dust.
How sad
is nought that is alarming
In nimble feet?
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Listen! Listen! music sounds afar!
Funiculi funicula, funiculi
You take a function of x and you call it y
Take any x-nought that you care to try
You make a little change and call it delta x
The corresponding
back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands tied
Don't go screamin' if I blow you with a bang
Goin' nought to bitch,
Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
accord
Sing praises to our heavenly Lord
That hath made Heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born
think I'm a hundred to nought
I don't go nowhere for free, if you got a check, I'll go
Your last man, he was petty, tell him I said so
I be hustling so
Get back, get down
Pull me closer if you think you can hang
Hands up, hands tied
Don't go screamin' if I blow you with a bang
Goin' nought
See how it shines
See how it shines
Sometimes there's a thought
Like you choose what you're doing
But it comes to nought
When I look back through
That hath made heaven and earth of nought
And with his blood mankind has bought
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel
true
Detective mindhorn
And it sticks to you like glue
Every costume is a uniform of sorts
Every thousand's made of noughts
Detective mindhorn
swell
Cascading over me
Look into my eyes
Ones and noughts
Clouds of buzzing bees
Harlequins and clowns
Truth is slippery
Know that your love's
one five in a heartbeat
I didn't know about taking losses
That's cause I had lines with squares
And Os in the middle like noughts and crosses
No
lost you count as nought
To what is there so free so free
We don't wanna live this
This way are way no way no way no way I said
Cry your heart
For
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