to church with you last Sunday, took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin', even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music
Shoot the messenger, measure his wingspan. The organ grinders had the whole thing planned. Take his tongue and remove his two eyeballs. Savin' em up for
, we have a serious decision That needs to be made for our family There's a young cat out here that's growing old Quick and fast in our organization
the deer, The playing of the organ, Sweet singing in the choir. The holly bears a prickle As sharp as any thorn, And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ On Christmas
cause at home things was shitty My mom's boyfriend tryin' to break her down and hurt her Not yet drinkin' but still thinkin' murder Pro players and weeds under Christmas
motherfucker die, apache on the ship shape and bristol fashion snuck a jammy through the red tape and tip toe past him. worm teeth grinding feverishly below, as little organic
theraputic bible cycles from church with the bait and tackle store next door and not much more, so the two moved to New York and raised babies based on what they saw christmas
words and music by Arlo Guthrie This next song we're going to dedicate to a great American organization. Tonight I'd like to dedicate this to our boys
I would make it but everybody was against me All those conquered eyes and Christmases alone I never gave an honest answer but I need a lot of angry organs
you to join in with us in donating a toy to an underprivileged children organization, so they, too, might possibly share in a very, very happy Christmas
hit the club i got twenty gs to play wit bitch im da brick man ballin lyk a rich man sippin on dis surp got me leanin lyk a kick stan organize dis pimpin
all the trees that are in the wood, The holly wears the crown. [Chorus:] O the rising of the sun, The running of the deer, The playing of the merry organ
eyes As she said, "Merry Christmas, kids", And she kissed us goodnight And the organ's quiet now, And Mama's gone But the sound of that Christmas Eve
on earth [ organ ] O holy Child of Bethlehem descent to us we pray Cast out our sin and enter in be born in us today We hear the Christmas angels the
what it means But it's holy holy not a holiday holy holy not a holiday So stop and think dear brother as you celebrate this day Christmas is holy not a holiday [ organ
to church with you last Sunday Took your mama and the kids Sat right up and heard the preachin' Even wore my Christmas tie I'm not much on organ music
of the deer The playing of the merry organ, sweet singing in the choir The holly bears a prickle as sharp as any thorn And Mary bore sweet Jesus Christ, on Christmas
still enough time Sensible people who organize the time at their disposal Nine days to Christmas, Nine days to Christmas, Still enough time to do your Christmas