to meet with me? I can show you all of life's mystery, mystery I can show you, I can show you I can show you life's mystery
meet with me? I can show you all that there is to see Hey would you like to meet with me? I can show you all of life's mysteries Take a look around the
man who's doin his thang? Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath
and watching, having fun In swallow paradise, so long, bye bye... ... Dosing in the shadows at the foot of a tree And watching a swallow fly by It's streaking past by
(She joins a group of students on their way to a Yeshiva in Bechv where she is tested by the Rabbi. He is impressed with Yentl's knowledge and admits "
that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone would come
driving me out of my mind. I seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity, he falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree and lands in the
a cool little one My dark southern breeze Sweeps through my fingers And it amazes me Dixie shadowland Your envy shelters me Lay down your burden Mystery
tree! A tree! BILLY was a mountain ETHELL was a tree Growing off of his shoulder BILLY was a mountain (BILLY was a mountain!) ETHELL was a tree Growing
you up, screamin': "No abortion, no-siree!" "Life's too precious, can't you see!" (What's that hangin' from a neighbor's tree? Why, it looks like 'colored
LIFE, and took their little pills by it, and went back 'n forth from work by it, and paid their rent by it, and before long they were even having BIRTHDAY
I ain't no sissy Got a big titty girly by the name of Chrissy Talkin' about her 'n my bike 'n me . . . 'N this ride up the Mountain of Mystery, mystery
Mysterious form, soul in the dark under this heavy sealing concrete waves Followed by servants, funeral cortege this pale ghost is gathering his strength
snoop We wanna wake n bake Well lets go Kid Cudi, my buddy, he got the best smoke MCs n Gs yeah this the west coast They say trees is trees, nah, that
away all across the skies Look at life through the view of an eagle's eyes I wanna sail away go under the sea Find the truth about the mysteries of the
the highest possible order Destortin' our tape recorders From here and like under water Beyond the borders Fond of sin and disorder Bound by the strategy
on the paper File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker Swearing by the bible blatantly blasphemous Publicly perpetrating that "In God We Trust" Cross-examined by
