Lyrics:
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
place
Light up the shadows
Brick by brick the walls come down
Who can judge your magic love
So mystically profound
Blue eyes, I don't want to lose
Still Huck he ventures on whistling
And Death reckons Huckleberry's time is up
And whoa whoa
Saint Huck, yeah Huck, uh
Whoa oh-oh
Saint Huck
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no saint.
If it's happy, you can say I ain't.
Feelin' blue
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
by her apron strings
'Twern't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man she love wouldn't gone nowhere, nowhere
Got them Saint Louis Blues; I'm
wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your
Devil and the deep blue sea
time for clout
Anyone that can feel when he shouts
A small boy wrapped in blue that can't cry but his flame can burn out (A small boy wrapped in blue
hard to sell (yeah)
Wrapped up like Saint Nick, sometime it be hard to tell (tell)
Servin' in front of church so I can pray for my sins (woo)
Sorry
ounce with him
G's up, hoes down, I got Santa Claus high as shit
Chorus:
Sitting by the tree sipping Egg-Nog.
Waiting on Christmas gifts....Egg-Nog.
hoo
Ok, I don't know but I've been told when the saints come marching in we roll
So deep that they can't believe we sold out seats and them cd's
and close the doors
Man for what? Santa Claus Ho
And, we gonna blow ounce with him
G's up, hoes down
I got Santa Claus high as shit
Sitting by the tree
You was a baby like I was once
You was cryin' in the early mornin'
You was born in a stable Lord
Reid Memorial is where I was born
They wrapped you
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
I have plans
Understand that I can't stay long
Oh and then you play that song
By the band that we danced to all night long
I try to say that I've had
raised a saint taunting minds with words like
"Being dead Sounds Mellifluous
A blood bath is the highest decadence
The gun's loaded up. Ain't it
Made you play the fool yesterday yesterday
Now you keep in shape with Elmer's glue
Man you're all wrapped up in them dead Egyptian blues
Oh Mister Tut
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
I will
We ain't official
Fine apart
Late messages are fine
I'm alright being
Wrapped by their corset
Wrapped by their corset
Wrapped by their corset
Taking up
of gold
I'll be wrapped around your finger
I'll be wrapped around your finger
Mephistopheles is not your name
I know what you're up to just the same
up to break me down.
[Chorus]
Hey, look over yonder, out in the street,
People laughin' by, walkin' easy.
Now, I'm no sinner, but I ain't no
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