Lyrics:
Dressed in Bishop's robes
Terrifies me still
In Bishop's robes
Bastard headmaster
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
Dressed in Bishop's robes
Terrifies me still
In Bishop's robes
Bastard headmaster
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
canisters
Roger Bannisters, bishops, bishops
Bishop Auckland, rabbis, Popeyes, bye-byes
Max Bygraves and everybody else
All we are saying
Is give peace
Dressed in Bishop's robes
Terrifies me still
In Bishop's robes
Bastard headmaster
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
I'm not going back
Scarlet screen
Sheds sudden theater rain,
Whilst dark in dream the midnight queen
Knows every human pain
In air, fire, earth and water
World
Scarlet Screen
Sheds sudden theater rain,
Whilst dark in dream the Midnight Queen
Knows every human pain.
In air, fire, earth and water
World
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
a hotel room in New York city 'round about the time a friend or ours, Little Steven, was putting together a record of artists against apartheid, this is
in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
hermeneutics are through
And on that fruited plain
The corporate bishop's graze
Exit church of poverty and pain
The future's here today
The future's here
a hotel room in New York city
'Round about the time a friend or ours, little Steven,
Was putting together a record of artists against apartheid
This is
was written in a hotel room in New York City
Right about the time a friend of ours, Little Steven
Was putting together a record of artists against
I got the juice like I'm Tupac (like I'm Tupac)
I got the juice like I'm Bishop (like I'm Bishop)
I got the juice like I'm Tupac (like I'm Tupac)
Scarlet screen
Sheds sudden theater rain,
Whilst dark in dream the midnight queen
Knows every human pain
In air, fire, earth and water
World
Bishop takes a knight but I will
Put up quite a fight, oh
Here's your ham on rye
Elementary, the chemistry means
Everything to me long progression's why
Lords have to the mountains gone, a-huntin' of the fallow deer
They have grippit Hughie Graeme for stealing of the bishop's mare
They have bought him
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
Oh, oh my darling
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
The artist pays the price
So you won't have to pay
If only we would listen
To what they have to say
see the pain
As another opportunity
To add onto their fame
You can't love an artist
Can't love an artist
Please don't love an artist
It will only cause
Take this invitation
Bishop's Queen to Pawn
All of us were taken
All that was, is gone
Of this information
Shames us, one and all
Where's my
Bishop ouu aye I'm bishop
Bishop huh got the juice like I'm bishop
Bishop huh ouu aye I'm bishop
Bishop huh flexed up like I'm bishop
Bishop huh ouu
hand
Caught in a still life
Surrounded by shadows
And lost in a background of blue
If I were a painting
My price would be pain
And the artist
Dear Till Family:
As a recording artist
I have always been interested in word play
My lyrics often reference people, places
And events in my music
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