I got two armfuls of magazines for you, I?ll bring 'em over So hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden Hang your holiday rainbow lights in the
I got two armfuls of magazines for you I?ll bring em over so hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden
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: I got two armfuls of magazines for you I?ll bring em over so hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden hang your holiday rainbow lights in the
: I got two armfuls of magazines for you I?ll bring em over so hang your holiday rainbow lights in the garden hang your holiday rainbow lights in
the Bluff or on MLK Since they brough gold back I bought me a gold mack To explode I leave ya back on Old National I'm in a gentlemen's club with
What the people want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel I'm reaching
want? Please deliver us We wanna live it up, please deliver us Th-th-this is the, th-th-this is the, this is the hostile gospel I?m reaching through
Fuck, kill, and prosper is the gospel of Wonderland Where street sands are quick to suck you down to the abyss With the lure of pure bliss if you kiss
Hey, baby, I wanna know How much did you get for your soul? You had the gospel when you were shackled to a tree Now you got your freedom, you sing for
See the red "messiah" high upon a soap-box pulpit Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand While apprentice hitlers gather down in inner city
multiply And to grow in a direct result of your being misguided Deceived, misdirected or fooled All theses are variations of the basic ego Gloried wide theme in which You follow the Gospel
false image of the son of man shall stand before God!!! It has begun The beginning of the end Yeah.. Yeah... yeah, yeah [Verse 1] The voice of racism preaching the gospel
thing Spaced out in the staircase, performing a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break
She looks for sleighs in the sky CHORUS Apostles standing in the snow Atop a church in Montreal And there's no gospel station Bringing down this nation
