Lyrics:
the lies in your mouth
you're lying in it now as you're crying on the couch
hate to say it's not looking good for tomorrow
jarhand
all according to your
rotting flesh
They were on oath
According to their g
Od
Slaves till death
Ultimate offering
It was their will
Supreme sacrifice
Their last 'fill
The final
Oh, and I found myself lost
Looked but nowhere to belong
The status I achieve
holds nothing I believe
And we drift unmanned
According to no
With this ring I thee wed with all my body, could tie the end down
To love and to cherish, according to God's holy ordinance
With this ring I
Innocent till proven guilty
That's according to the law
Innocent till proven guilty
But I'm still not taking any more
Not taking any more
So many times I
tonight.
But brother you fight my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey Report
Ev'ry average man you know
Much prefers his
it's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey report
Every average man you know
Much prefers to play his favorite sport
When
away,
Looking for her child in the big black smoke,
In the big black smoke.
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen,
According to her ma, according
baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey Report, ev'ry average man you know
Much prefers his lovey-dovey to court
When
at home
Alright
Humidity is rising (uh rising), barometer's getting low (how low girl?)
According to all sources (what sources now?), the street's
figured at five to nine
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
Epitaph, Valentine and Revere
I got the horse
you fight my baby tonight
'Cause it's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey Report
Every average man you know
Much prefers his lovey dovey to court
'Cause it's too darn hot
It's too darn hot
According to the Kinsey report
Every average man you know
Much prefers to play his favorite sport
When
fellows,
Have you considered this?
Well, anyway, it's my turn to sing
So shut up, really?
But look at Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here
Dancing the night away!
Isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom.
Isn't it kinda fun makin' vows,
Admitting that we
Has chance,
This guy says the horse has chance.
Valentine,
I got the horse right here.
But look at Epitaph,
He wins it by a half,
According
Dancing the night away!
Isn't it kinda fun holding hands,
According to a sweet and corny custom.
Isn't it kinda fun makin' vows,
Admitting that we
was an error
Diallo, Diallo - but every man will be judged
Diallo, Diallo - according to his words
Have you ever been held
against your will?
at home
Alright
Humidity is rising (uh rising), barometer's getting low (how low girl?)
According to all sources (what sources now?), the street's
better than sacrifice
I want hearts of fire
Not your prayers of ice
And I'm coming quickly
To give back to you
According to what you have done
that game according to Mr. Hoyle
You all play this game accordin' to me
Now sittin' right there in that there clan
There chance to be a one-eyed man
Everytime before you deals
Then if anything's wrong, I must see
‘Cause I mean, you always ain't no, er
Keep playin' that game according to Mr. Hoyle
You all
into your world
Not that kind of girl
'Cause according to you I'm too precious
You're wishin' that I was more reckless
You're wishin' that I would
Him
For His Mighty acts
Praise Him
According to His excellent greatness
Come on and Praise Him
Oh Praise Him
Pra - aa - a - aaise
Praise Him
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