falls The last, for ever, throne Seconds of the past Solitary cries Wandering The crestfallen invoked The envy carved in stone Immense eversince Rapture and the mourning virtue
1. There is no rose of such virtue As is the rose that bare Jesu; Alleluia. 2. For in this rose contained was Heaven and earth in little space;
puts on Lionel Ritchie I've already had enough The queues are long Guess I am wrong This chemical environment Is getting out of hand Virtue and wine
If you're wondering what will turn your world around Lift you up when your heart is down You can pick yourself up off the groud By virtue of your faith
now I find myself at your place CHORUS: So you're sayin' that you're down with me Respect my virtue So you wanna spend some time with me Respect my virtue
You'd Probably Run From Me, It's Like Dr. Jeckyl Meets Mr. Hyde That's Who I Really Am Deep Down Inside (Chorus:) Virtue And Vice, Fire And Ice, Which One Is Really Me. Virtue
Virtue is relative at best There's nothing worse than a sunset When you're driving due west And I'm afraid that my love Is gonna come up short there
Art of Virtue Adrienne Young / Will Kimbrough Gonna start a revolution, Made of action, not of words Practicing the Art of Virtue A joy ride on the
give the exhibition Bass to the mind like the dope spot, check it 'pon the dancefloor, talk about addiction Gal exhibition virtue Don't bother trying
thorns and ice (Are of thorns and ice) These secrets I'll give to you (These secrets I'll give to you) Will turn virtue to vice (Will turn virtue to
know that you hunger for cold black As I rape your soul of virtue I am god of lust and pain Cold black, As I slay your soul of virtue You are a slave
Think of me, I'll think of you We better think this whole thing through Sometimes I'm so clumsy You talk to me, I'll talk to you You cut the fat and
capitalism organism breathing a life of false ecstasy You shall die so many times before you perish consuming the fruits of ill virtue Personifying
Neat man Screaming at your pretty believers Such a sweet man You sell the truth like a cheap deceiver Well, you play on souls With your idiot conversation
a mist Rebels truced with Feriluce (In truth, few could resist) Came praising his hell raising through The sparse and marble clime Where Virtue bathed
Jesus paid the ransom with His blood Said, He rescued me and He washed my sins away Jesus paid the ransom with His blood Said, He rescued me and He washed
Is it somebody on a corner or someone on a subway Or a baby with a baby selling her body for money I know that you've seen them a relative or a good friend
pain has turned to hate Symptoms of stagnation are coming to an end Solitude's frustration has been our only friend Now we must break free Mercy is no virtue
