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Psaltaren

Sing, oh, you righteous to the lord It's right that the upright should acclaim Him Sing to Jah with your guitar Turn up your bass amp, whack it up all

Praise God in His heavenly dwelling Praise Him in His mighty heaven Praise Him for His mighty works Praise His unequaled greatness Praise Him with a

I've had enough of living life for only me And reaching just for the things that keep destroying me So sick of envying the lives of so many I see Somehow

Verse one: cool breeze I call da crib they say "breeze you ain't know? " I say "what? " "big time got popped in his benzo!&

The Scripture says, in Psalm 68 "Let our God arise, and His enemies be scattered As wax melts before the fire So let the wicked perish in the presence

Tell me something I don't know Show me something I can't use Push the button Connect the god damned dots Live-in thief in my bedroom bathroom Commodity

Realization comes through reaping Reality contained in quite My companions are walking corpses I am buried with your words Turned their backs to me Scared

Let the waitress put the chairs up Let the glasses that you broke Form a picture of our leader With a halo made of smoke Let the golden oldies station

[Verse 1:] Lord, how are they increased that trouble me, many are they that rise up against me. Many there be which say of my soul, there is no help