All is well all is well Angels and men rejoice For tonight darkness fell Into the dawn of love's light Sing A-le Sing Alleluia All is well all is well
Eno - Lyrics: Bowie) Baby Grace is the victim She was 14 years of age And the wheels are turning, turning For the finger points at me All's well But
all my letters to the well to be Should I say return to sender is just a well be done Should I better not it so personally if all the good loving is
address all my letters to the well to be Should I say return to sender is just a well be done Should I better not take it so personall if all the good loving is
yes - but what they stand for is long fallen. Angels of memory: they point to the death of time, not themselves timeless, and without recall. Their strength is
) The second little piggy, his house is made of brick And this little piggy is a motherfucking dick He sits on his bench and get's all the respect But
Should I address all my letters to the well to be? Or should I say return to sender is just a well be done? Or should I better not take it so personally If all
Oh you call me names What ya give when you say grace is what? Would ya give your ? Come in, touch, staring Read all you have when all that is me
your kids still do drugs? You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You wanna point your finger at the unclear You outta point
for it? Or just let it slip? Yo He parks his Chevy, needs sleep, heart is heavy He's thought about repentin already, sun is setting This church is
sin Don't count on me -- I'll do it again Don't count on me -- but the point you're missin' Don't count on me -- is I'm forgiven We're all just no good
get you) Wobbly rope bridge Broke inches tired of dry land But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down well Well, when the rumor spreads that y'all
thing All I leave here, a way to send you all down, down, down All my worries is where the girl will be found, found, found All my worries of all those
private eye (Baby) All's well (Baby) Twentieth century dies (Baby) All's well (Baby) Twentieth century dies (Baby) All's well (Baby) All's well (Baby) All's well
Well i look like Jesus but i act like Satan hypocrisy growing, contradiction is showing exercise the grace, simplicity but details of people make me run
What we're all about You cover your guilt Religion suits you well But you've got secrets you'll never tell Where's the forgiveness That we've all known You point
delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well -- Pie in the sky. God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the right to be wrong. Well I'll go
