The American Dream the good father wants to paddle it one way democracy it's our gift to the savage the good father the holy saviour rests one hand on
a preacher I met her in school and we did it on the bleachers The kids were in gym as I went for a swim I rocked her so good until she wanted it again
the times I bullshitted Me and you against the world we untouchable, screamin like ya dyin everytime I'am fuckin you ya never had a father or a family
the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner. Oh the years passed again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born
me oh Jehova however with judgement not in anger that you may not reduce us to nothing" [Chorus:] Order my steps, lead me, guide me, everyday send your annointing father
Me Oh Juhova, Howeva With Judge Me , Not In Anger That U May Not Reduce Us To Nothin... Order Ma Steps... Lead Me Guide Me Everyday... Send Your (Unknown Ord)... Father
bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him." Chorus: repeat 2X Brain damage, ever since the day I was born Drugs is what they used to say I was
heard Half-breed, how I learned to hate the word Half-breed, she's no good they warned Both sides were against me Since the day I was born We never
John Denver) (John Denver) He was born in the Bitteroot Valley in the early morning rain Wild geese over the water, heading north and home again
all I ever heard Half breed Let me hate the word Half breed She's no good they warned Both sides were against me since the day I was born We never settled
all I ever heard Half breed Let me hate the word Half breed She's no good they warned Both sides were against me since the day I was born We never
your mama took a nigga on maury read your test results are you the father I looked at his bitch ass told him don't bother I'm the father of this gangsta
[Intro:] You are the prince of darkness Arch enemy, father of evil Hell born, demonic, savage, fierce, viscious, wild Tameless, barbaric, uncontrollabe
in the spring To marry John Thomas, a miner. Oh the years passed again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born