Lyrics:
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Preacher got good book in hand
Preacher talk and walk the land
Hey you, take form, are you ready?
On your mark, get set and never start
Never stop
too old to remember
Or I'm too young to agree
Secret teachings take me somewhere strange
Shadows gained and bottles drain
Let your tears fall in
Of a family man
Answer to the question
Ask as long as you can
It's gonna take
A change for the world
Change color and shape
Meets every boy and girl
that's raised me to choose,
is the strength in my voice and the ego's i can bruise,
for faith i'll taste bullets, for love i'll lose my shape,
but for
shape and size to me
Was it something I carried around?
Was it like a book or radio?
Or was it alive and breathing?
I don't want to look like I'm foolish
enough shape to hair
Swinging out blabber with the coin to spare
Me myself, I only got five quid to spend and
Once I've broken this note my pockets
round the cusp of your ear
Is something complicated
So complicated for me
Here in your room I have learned to be tender
It's too much to take in
The islander slips into hiding
And takes to his heels
Out of dark Northland
The murky house of Sara
He whirled out of doors as snow
Arrives
mailman, the shape you drop you writ in lettuce
My sack is full and my delivery is John Stockton
You rent your looks, you left your rest fly and came back
be true/reality shapes itself around perceptions of the self/until we
Really need it we refuse to offer help/the state that creats homelessness
Thrives
We pack a punch like an earthquake set
Comin' through your tape deck
Is how we shape-shift
So all you critics out
There take shelter
Or you'll be
worship deplicit darkness and kept his name
Blesses to the seven souls, 'round the throne from el villione
And pieces how you take this to the prophets
it to you gon' be the last, kid
I'm ready to blast, kid
Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g
The nigga that you fake-ass
It's with you every second
Though it has no shape or form
Sometimes I get so anxious
As your path leads you away
But I know it's only my loneliness
day
To not let the past pass away
It's up to you
Now that you understand
To take those arms by the hand
'Cause you can see it coming
You can
a building
They'll be cut into shape
And set into place
Or if you'd rather be a window
I'll gladly be the frame
Reflecting any kind words
We'll let in
you can buy a bag of mine and I betcha you gon' be straight
Cause tha soft ain't got no cut and tha wood ain't got no shape
Cause tha fiends run to me
is the work that I'd love to have
But then I'm in no shape to choose
This is the phone that I watch all day
Always still as a trophied moose
given shape, form and action through the aid
of the imaginitive faculty of the mind
It has been said that man can create anything he can imagine
(Nabo)
Hey Mr. Jim I can see the shape you're in
Finger on your eyebrow
And left hand on your hip
Thinking that you're such a lady killer
Think you're
shape
Though you're not
Take off your shirt, eat a fistful of dirt,
And never learn get sunburn,
Coz it looks good on you
Chorus:
Be that
of a skeleton in this rubbish heap
You want a beef? Fine
This game was made for two to play
We can give or take 'til my balls break, my dome leaks, my brain
You're a fountain of blood
In the shape of a girl
I'm the bird on the brim
Hypnotized by the whirl
I drink you, make you feel real
Wet my beak
to take
She's thick, she's bad, so clean, she fine
She loves, she hates, she laughs, she cries
She hurts, she lies, she's Bonnie, I'm Clyde
She's
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