Lyrics:
SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust
HONEY BUCKET:
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast and clean.
I gotta motor fare the wheel real fast and fear.
Who's one of my kind
Hey soul sister
Ain't that Mister Mister on the radio, stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister
I don't
Yes I think I'm going blind
And I know how it should be
SUBMITTED BY: Angel Dust
HONEY BUCKET:
In times of bella foe fa lies cobalt cast
wrong, baby
Yeah, you make me feel good inside full of glee
When I'm rolling with you, I be feelin' so free
Hey, girl what you sayin'?
You tryna lay up?
and together
Fly around the circle nine times
Find the girl I need, here’s my description
She has a soul like mine
Tell her:
Hey
My name’s the same
As the one
On Mardi Gras day the Tennessee kid
Awoke in a puddle
Of his own worst fears
Haunted by the ghost
Of vague remembrance
No corporeal beast he could
and cast our nets
We are gathering all
We are gathering all
Nothing is lost
Nothing is wasted
By the power of the living God
We are gathering all
We are
when we get there.
Matt was well-cast, Lea blows me away,
I could read a scene with Dianna everyday.
oh, Jenna, Harry, Heather, Dijon, hey Cor-y,
Why
bad ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge
Hey sisters, soul sisters
Gotta get that dough sisters
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case,
The Cast (in order of appearance [roughly]):
KING ARTHUR : Graham Chapman
PATSY : Terry Gilliam
GUARD #1 : Michael Palin
GUARD #2 : John Cleese
the hole in my soul
Hey, when I fall through
I need to fill the hole in my soul
Don't need no sisters of mercy
They set me off like a loaded gun
Hey listen man,
Dream big little brother
Even though there will be someone will tell you to think small
But the most high call for something greater
cast by candles on the walls
Worn by time the stone feels cold
In the depths of your soul the darkness creeps
Struggling to escape the midnight mist
Big Playa mobbing with a fucking cane
Disrespect pistol whip u like I’m kane
Knock out all his teeth recommend Johnny dang Glee Chauncey ass nigga
a light show
Helene Smith
Look
Helene Smith, got serene lips hey soul sister
Helene Smith, your more than an soul singer
Helene Smith, your much more than
(Hey hey)
The type who wanna chat a little but don't level your soul (Hey hey)
The type you never wanna leave but they force you to go (Hey hey)
The one
don't you, doctor?
It's medicine for the soul! The kind you don't find in hospitals
But: since you know it all
And have the know-how
Why don't you help
the long blue dress
Cast a spell and left us blessed
Lost your heart and soul in France
Prayed so hard that love would last
Bohemian with no control
Came from 13th trenched block
Gotta make it too fast
Smith and Wesson
My close buddies don't fear a nigga's soul
Shootin sprees by gang
We lost our
SISTER LINE LYRICS by Lois McMorris
Got an email the other day,
Maybe you got this one too!
Talkin’ ‘bout the value of the Sisterfriends
anything
But an ass whooping by reality and thats shame my king
I'm a lost soul (hey)
Everything turns dark around me
I'm a lost soul (hey)
This suicide aura
brothers, I'll go to hell for them
And by my sisters, they know how I'll cast a spell for them
I don't know how, but I'ma do it, that's the hell in him
I
Can't let 'em take your spirit
Never let 'em take your soul
Sister don't let your guard down
You know there's more out there waiting for you
Hell
wanna sit by that creepy man
But on the back of the train
I can hear them praying
And I wonder yes I wonder
Sisters on the J Train
What ya gonna do, what
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