Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the
Come gather the time, I have nothing to do Come gather the time, I have nothing to do Who could be nicer than someone with nothing to do? I've spent
Rocket collecting dust Hidden from all memory Bathed in outrage and rust Waiting for you and me To own it Watch you as you douse the ceiling Light up
we shall gather at the river with eachother cause you're my brother dip our souls in the water for the healing of eachother be saved, sanctified freed
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Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Where to run baby, where to hide? Caught in the rain on the losin' side All you wanted
Look at the total hag reaming an even older can of catfood... Hear the flies buzzing through her bodily openings, bringing with them the coolest diseases
Well, she's very wealthy, it's true So in that she is one up on you She's dressed all in red, white and blue And she always knows more than you do She
Have you seen my baby? Have you seen my baby? Have you seen my baby? Have you seen my baby? Have you seen my baby? Have you seen my baby? Have you seen
Time's up Time's up Time's up It's later than it's ever been, time's up It's later than it's ever been, time's up It's later than it's ever been, time
You're livin' your life without a care in the world That's the way it should be What's life like in a candy swirl What's life like to me Everyone is slowing
First Verse: lord i will lift mine eyes to the hills knowning my help is coming from you Lord your peace you've given me,in the time of the storm Chorus
Here they come again, hop scotching up to my door One by one again, knockety knock knocking upon my floor Swinging on my gate, they gain entry by the
Arlington House, address no fixed abode An old man in a three-piece suite sits in the road Stares across the water, he sees right through the lock But
Every word they sling you Hits like your folks have never been kind And the jewels on your apron Could use some calamine Ugly girls and pit-faced boys
Yeah Wait a minute Operator, on the line. I need your help. I got a girl to find I got her number but I aint got a dime and I really wanna tell her that
Come gather 'round and listen If you can get that near If not, we'll use a microphone So that all poor souls can hear And hold hands in a circle Or stare
I got no reason but that I must Maybe I feel like I?ve been gathering dust I must leave this harbour for the sea I'm too young to settle down and make