Lyrics:
sands of time stood still
As the procession climbed the hill
And off in the distance it's a mother run away
The father turned to say
Somebody shine
and sing
Crown Him Lord the conqueror of evil
He shed His blood to redeem all His people
And now we join the procession of Him
To hail Him Lord and glorious
can't control it
With the procession underway
Understand the magnitude of the melodies that they make
Did it fill your lungs with rage?
What's
Waitin' at a stop light yesterday
As a funeral procession made its way through the gates
Watched it roll up a winding road
Through a field
glittered. The Rolls' and the Daimlers, the
hampers from Harrod's, the clothes, the diamonds, the
crystal, the wines, the procession of nannies from
England
the hampers from Harrods, the diamonds, the clothes, the procession of nannies from England and France. Who on earth, or in Argentina, would want to pull
reviendra,
Plus beau linceul on brodera.
Mais, dites-moi, ma mère ma mie,
Que chantent les prêtres ici ?
- Ma fille c'est la procession
Qui fait le tour de la
the streets will shed tears for me
The end
I'm the bastard that spit the acid
Fuck a funeral home and a casket
Fuck a funeral song and a procession
Keep
call it blue moon (yeah)
Survival at all costs
Every day niggas get logged off, bodies get hauled off
Passin' a funeral procession while holdin' my
his men, rides again
But before he sees the border he is dead
The priests they walk in procession with the coffin of state
The King he leaves his
casket he'd never been able to sell
And the funeral procession well it wasn't much for grace and pomp and style
But those wagonloads of mourners they
his men, rides again
But before he sees the border he is dead
The priests they walk in procession with the coffin of state
The King he leaves his
mould & the sweetness of decay
Are the incense at the funeral procession here, today.
In the trees, those useless trees, etc.
You try to shape
day beneath the sun
Asking you who is the one
And when the day is late
We know who must forever wait
Black procession through the narrow aisles
Procession moves on, the shouting is over,
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone.
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables,
Scattering
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering
Procession moves on, the shouting is over
Praise to the glory of loved ones now gone
Talking aloud as they sit round their tables
Scattering flowers
man was dead (this man was dead)
They find him black eyes and them lay it all
Upon his head (the man was dead)
Now the procession leads
See a man with a flag and he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears for a man locked in prison
When the two locked eyes and for a moment I
See a man with a flag and he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears for a man locked in prison
When the two locked eyes and for a moment I
crushin' shit just for fun like Co Flow
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo here we go
Ridin' on the sound waves out your stereo
In the procession to your burial
Callin' Hi
At his triumphant procession
Down the road of quease
Dropping off, he stopped
At a British shop
Swoop scoop
Slang King
At a British shop
Take it
I see a man with a flag
And he leads the procession
And a woman shedding tears
For a man locked in prison, yeah
Then the two locked eyes
It's cold again it looks like rain
A procession of humanity, strikingly simian
Saunters by, I can't explain
Why it's troubling to see them so
