close and hold onto me If mama's mockingbird don't sing well, Then daddy won't buy her no diamond ring Dear God, will you send me a child? Oh God, will
There's a man holding a megaphone, he must have been the voice of god. The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block. They must
onto another game Called write a song toes and spines god damn Now I can?t think of any story lines But you know I?d love to try and sing about a
Lord Freedom comes, when I call you Lord You are Lord, my God You are the song You are the majesty I live to sing your song Your majesty I live to sing
[Chorus:] There is a place for us, For all the world to see There is a place out there I know, somewhere, for all eternity. Here we stand all God's children
my life, no canteen And I ain't into splittin' ends, no Pantene Man, I ball without bricks, kept my hands clean Hittin' every C-Note but I can't sing
! 1ST FOP His Lordship sure would die of shock! 2ND FOP His Lordship is a laughing-stock! CONFIDANTE Should he suspect her God protect her! ALL THREE
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
behind the curtain, and it is the PHANTOM who sings in his place. CHRISTINE knows it too. As final confirmation, the PHANTOM sings): PHANTOM Say you
S to the P that's where they'll....be From left onto right, from A back down to the ...Z Just bring all the gal them come onto we....so we sing say
name on Don't know where to run Just see a dead end Let's sing to the anthem of the last days There's no turning back Let's sing together now for the
, I'm God I'm a hooker, I'm your priest I'm you brand new disease I'm Satan with distortion, your overdue abortion And now I'm singing out of key, the
swimming thru women and rings A joyous time so sing [Chorus 2x] [Killah Priest] I was born 40 nights its stormed hell spawned I latched onto my mothers
when you rock shit Back to the block freestyle pop lock shit Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like
sing this song and it won't be long The man of Galilee will set us everyone free so get in the gloryland march) There is an army that is marching onto
Ain't no righteous thing but how I get the right to sing? And the streets be talkin' like Donahue Clowns, they belong on Comic View That's why they Feds onto
it right if ya bring me right You put me onto the next level Fool don't be trippin' Your whip-appeal hit me in my heart, skippin' Your ways got me singing
?ll hold onto the jewelry Like staple strapped clenched fist and tongs Hang strung from an empty nest Those thieving birds [Incomprehensible] out, sing
