(Mexican D) What's up baby, Mexican D hollering this Just getting back with you, told you we was gone chill Come through, blow something, smoke something
for the creep 5 or sleep by So ain't no need for you to teach I we each lie Amoungst the sheets, and curiosity now waht you gone do? Your clothes recieved
you and neither can Santa Claus And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
joy and candles aglow Hymns and carols - choirs are forming everywhere that you go Pere Noel, Pere Noel - Angels for every boy and girl Nobody cries or
said "We Gon' Make It" And it shouldn't take 9/11 to bring our minds together Shit rough we'll grind together Light a candle we can shine forever or
All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are Come on
books of truth With a little candle Stand still, under the threat Would I hide here? In the tunk of your car Or in your bathroom: would I hide here ?
hold a little candle? stand still please, stand still and under the threat would i hide here? in the trunk of your car or in your bathroom would i hide here
Lyrics by Donald Roeser] [Arranged by HIM] All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or
All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are Come on
All our times have come Here but now they?re gone Seasons don?t fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We can be like they are Come
mourn me No one to light the candle, or weep on the grave If I'd be gone forever, die of this grief ...Forever gone... Would you kiss me goodbye And
that you once roamed With the discontented who'd stayed at home You must have whiskey or you'll die The beer garden under the old chateau Our faces now in the candle
arrive as a shining crystal And leave as the melting snow Come all you lads and lasses The Kingdom of Childhood passes Oh, but I am hardy in these years Or
O light the candle, John The daylight has almost gone The birds have sung their last The bells call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is
live it up til all the cash gone Ain't that funny, only use plastic, craft it to make classics, hotter than acid P-D, rollin on your tape or CD The girl