cutters onto a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, 'cuz God sent me to strike With skills unused like
God: The light in the dark, with the neon arms, The meek He seeks, the beast He calms, The head of the good soul department. I see myself suddenly On the piano
a noose) LEFEVRE Buquet! For God's sake, man, what's going on up there? BUQUET Please monsieur don't look at me: as God's my witness, I was not at my
Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . . (REYER thumps the piano keys, then leaves the piano, and attempts to attract attention using signals. Al the height of the mayhem, the piano
Call it libertarian 'cos we do as we please don't need fear of force to foster no morality morals are a substitute concern in someone's ear They're basically
it Though I'm not with you now, let's connect in our spirit Cut out the lights, talk to my ghost in the dark Let's share our pain, my niggas bring me
pray Have please the wrong to right and join in the fight and get in the gloryland march (Glory hallujah we are marching... [ piano ] Blessed is the army that will follow God
we will live in the garden (Let's regain the garden... [ piano ] If we regain the garden to live with our Saviour who bled and died for our sins If we
we sang our own love's refrain Our hearts beat as one as we had our fun but time changes everything When you left me my poor heart was broken and our
on God The light in the dark with the neon arms The meek he seeks, the beast he calms The head of the good soul department I see myself suddenly on the piano
now baby we held on... [ piano ] Now they came after us from the left and the right We had to put up one heck of a fight Yeah we hit 'em where it hurts they said our
cutters onto a flight When I was a child, the Devil himself bought me a mic But I refused the offer, ''cause God sent me to strike With skills unused
ass is [Royce Da 5'9"] Eh-eh, eh-eh, Nickel ain't the one at all Snatch your vocal chords out then plug 'em in my wall You a knife at a gun fight, our
sheep who deprived us of our faith, either withdraw from the north or our vengeance you shall know. The god of yours is such a distant creature to our
the table! A chalice we have to raise to a god of an unknown faith. The one born under a star now joins our company. He eats all yield of the festive
. This place we call our home. it's a typical town. and we're a typical family. Typical family in a typical town, Dress up our kids in hand-me-downs.
God speaking to one person in particular, it was most noted for its interesting imagery which changed from line to line. The notion is that God is truly
Jim played piano in a band called Angry Witness Out to fight the system in the fall of '81 Like all his friends, he felt peace, could behead for the asking
