Lyrics:
the dirt when the addiction hurts
Up to that old white oak door church
And that's where you find her in that last pew
You touch her cold hand
Your
Don't ask how of me
Don't ask forever of me
Love me now
This love of mine had no beginning
It has no end
I was an oak, now I'm a willow
I can bend
belle vie, la belle vie, la belle vie
Jalousie, hypocrisie, tu m'envies, c'est la vie
Quand t'as vu ma Royal Oak, t'as voulu m'couper le bras
Quand tu
hanging from a big oak tree
Down the Mississippi down to New Orleans
I said a hey hey hey yeah I said a look out child yeah yeah yeah
C'mon everybody take
From the branch where he dwells and lies
Nature revealed in cloak of rhymes
A verse, hidden mirror
And from the treetop of an oak
He laughed
mouth and I'll decline
King meets queen, then the puppy love thing, together dream
Bout that crib with the Goodyear swing
On the oak tree, I hope we
the face I value in my state of the art
the oaks are over and the forest is now the shoulder
Of all uncontrollable monotony
I pity you who know nothing
at your breakwater
Won't you whisper
That you remember me.
When they seal you in oak and throw dirt on your face,
May a soft bark sapling sprout from thee.
failure's a bastard
[Chorus]
Your Motto was 'in god we trust all others pay by cash'
You hide beneath oak tables when the windows start to smash
Undying sun of native land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your wounded body
The oak forest like
wood
consecrated to the primordial gods.
Baptized with the dew around the oak of this Wiccian's mass
celebrated from the warbling of the crows, og
belongs
"Riding on horseback
Winged like the ravens
Eyes of the one eyed god"
"Sun now shines golden
Through the leaves of the old oaks
Up
Through a winding staircase
Which stinks
One emerges into a cell
Beyond the cell
Is a heavy oak door
Formerly locked
Which opens to another
slow-poke boy
You grip the leather, well I grip oak boy
I keep a crease in my Dickies when I corner hang
I love to sip champangne, funny ass names
Ladies
The Moon and Sun to return. The night is passed and I am as the last shadows to dwell underneath the foliage of the mighty
Oaks and the boughs of the Elms
So bind my hands
And tie me to the old oak tree
A mechanical crusade
Tried to shoot down his aeroplane
A mechanical crusade
Tried to shoot down
(chorus 2x)
This time tomorrow,
I reckon where I'll be:
Down in some lonesome valley,
Hangin' from a white oak tree.
(chorus 2x)
Poor boy you're
can stand
I been meek
And hard like an oak
I seen pretty people disappear like smoke
Friends will arrive, friends will disappear
If you want me
never-ending
Like a river flowing out to sea
You keep it ever growing
Like the rings on an old oak tree
Your faithfulness restores my faith
When trouble
But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords?
But why does the cross not lead to victory?
Their warriors are hard as oaks
Gods are placing
"friends".
Without roots, the mighty oak won't last for long.
Let's hear it for ideals,
Can I get a round of sound for something real.
For he's a jolly
oak tree
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry (ah-uh-eye)
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you're bound to die (ah
of the ancient gods who dwelt here long before
And so we hunt those who have burnt the oak trees down
The heathen roots run deep the ancient gods are still
Branches as high as vigilant eye could see,
Magic runes, once scratched into this tree.
An old man sat down at this mighty oak,
Every morning, day
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