Lyrics:
like hers can't be erased
Through grief's dark veil she feels the thorn
Yet clings to faith though pierced and torn
Echoes haunt of carpenter's hands
dey here dey by my side ooh
Am working on my grind oh
Whether you like it am going to make it yeah
Standing on my ten toes working hard
Oh God yeah am
to fuck the world
Til it's off it's tilt
Heard em say "self-made"-
nigga, I was built
By my God
To bring flames
To the streets of filth
Now I self-proclaim
dreams
And if I start getting more Spotify streams
I just hope that my family still knows that it's me
Lord save us
We're doomed
Sedated by the media
All
know.
He was just a humble workin' man,
Workin' with his hands.
A stone cutter and a carpenter,
But he took a mighty stand,
He said,
fuel, ain't gonna move, and I betcha
A carpenter can't build his house without his tools, I bet you
If the shoes are too small they hurt your feet,
took the only one on earth that ever really matter
And when we were through he had been crucified
He was a carpenter who mended broken body brought
(aye)
Hop in the Range and we outta here
Skrt on them bitches without a care
Cards on the table like Solitaire
Fuck wit ya boy if you for a pair
My milly
send them back by stacking blues
Stay intact never lack big boss moves
I got a lot of gear
Take a flight I'm outta here
Play my cards no solitaire
hello," she said
"You look like the silent type."
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
Hanging from the cross the greatest claim of man,
a carpenter who is God in the form of man.
We've turned it upside down, burned and mocked it too.
silence
[Chorus]
And Solitaire's the only game in town
And every road that takes him, takes him down
And by himself, it's easy to pretend
He'll never
What will it be some soothing herb tea?
That might be just the thing
Let's say we spike it with Deludin
Or else, maybe tonight a hand of solitaire
we stopped him he'd just
Hum "It'll all be fine"
But by then our battered crew
Was no more than nine
From nine we went to seven
From seven down
she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
a carpenters nail
Inhale life
Exhale strive anxiety's trife
Blowin' smoke out my piece pipe
Ducking the snipe
Shot off the top of the white house and cop 4's
War
Did You know Your wounds would one day heal the world?
For just one moment, I wish I could have seen You growing
Learning the ways of a carpenter's son
of the
Dance", a collection of
Norwegian carpenter songs
Compiled by Oscar Trit
she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth
We are in Nazareth within a few feet of
This place Jesus lived as a child
With his father Joseph the carpenter
And his mother Mary
In Jerusalem
would crawl all the way to the river
I would crawl all the way to the sea
Just to watch Him walk on the water
And lay His loving hands on me
A carpenter
not leave Him to His own devices
His half-witted fans will get out of control
How can we stop Him?
His glamor increases by leaps every minute
He's top
fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
My killed hands tattooed E.V.I.L.
across it's brother's fist
That
village
Until he reached the age of thirty he worked as a carpenter
Then for three years he was a traveling minister
But he never traveled more than
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