Holy Mother of God You've got to go faster than that to get to the top. Dirtly old mountain All covered in smoke, she can turn you to stone So you
stop me burning [*] Come down with fire Lift my spirit higher Someone?s screaming my name Come and make me holy again I?m the man on the silver mountain I?m the man on the silver mountain
the music. And I will send that river home. And I will cry for you sometimes when the night is down. And I raise my head up to the mountains, talk to
the music, And I will send that river home. And I will cry for you sometimes, When the night is down. And I raise my head up to the mountains, Talk to
road at happy hour Gleam and resonate just like the gates Around the Holy Kingdom With words like, 'Lost and found' and 'Don't look down' And 'Someone
at happy hour Gleam and resonate Just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like "Lost and found" And "Don't look down" And "Someone
road at happy hour Leave and resonate Just like the gates Around the holy kingdom With words like "Lost and Found" And "Don't Look Down" And "Someone
Black robe To the edge of the reservationton Cataldo Mission Where the saints and all the martyrs Look down on dying converts What makes the water holy
(Nathan Followill/ Caleb Followill/ Angelo) My darling you look lovely I've come to lay you down Uncover your head and submit to me We'll make a joyful
My darling you look lovely I've come to lay you down Uncover your head and submit to me We'll make a joyful sound I don't care if you're by yourself Or
night Behold throughout the heavens There shone a holy light Go, tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere Go, tell it on the mountain That
bong water needs a little change up I throw a fast ball right down the strike zone And split the bat up to stick in the glass bowl Mountain Spring always goes down
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down
: Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. It's coming from the sorrow in the street, the holy places where the races meet; from the homicidal bitchin' that goes down
said, "I've had a vision and you know I'm strong and holy, I must do what I've been told." So we started up the mountain, I was running, he was walking
cold. He said, "I've had a vision and you know I'm strong and holy, I must do what I've been told." So he started up the mountain, I was running