Lyrics:
Man, why I gotta be Jerome man? Why can't I be Tommy or Philbert or something?
Just put your hands on the hood Muhammed
It's the man that you love
of her hand.
The city's a blaze, the town's on fire.
The woman's flames are reaching higher.
We were fools, we called her liar.
All I hear is
know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can
My old truck's still running
Got their hands on the wheel and the windows rolled down
Just trying to keep in-between the lines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we walked
Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly,
And the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand
But made it too far
Became the special
If you want to be my honey
You must go hand in hand
Don't you know it's so high
And I'm telling you it's so low
Whoa, oh, so wide
Whoa, you must
that you don't cut your hands
[Chorus: x2]
And they covered up the sun
Until the birds had flown away
And the fishes in the sea
Had gone to sleep
Chorus
Come into this house,
Magnify the Lord
Lift up holy hands, our
Hearts in one accord
For He's worthy, worthy
Of all our praise
Stop dissin'
closer to the big bad fire
I looked down at the sickness in you
Your hands reach out for my location
But you're so lost in the things you do
That you're
Arabian sand
Feel it slipping through your hands
Arabian sand
Arabian sand
A madness you can't understand
Arabian sand
The mad man's in
And to know that the promise was
When everything fell we'd be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it, let the hatred numb our sorrow
The wise hands
We got too many do goods and not enough hard working men
We got too many hands out and not enough lendin' a hand
We got too many thinkers looking
my life
Lust is a cancer, love is a vice
When she holds me I understand
Respect and fear go hand in hand
No need to act tough
It scares me just
No man rules this land, no human hand has soiled this paradise
Waiting patiently, so much to see, so rich in Earth's delights
Painted desert,
them walk hand in hand to the front of the hall
Harvest festival
Harvest festival
What was best of all was the
Longing look you gave me
That
blood on the ground
Oh, oh, yeah, ooh
Hand over my heart, I swear I've tried
Everything I could within all my power
Two weeks and one hour, I slaved
one here can love and understand me
Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me
Make my bed and light the light
I'll arrive late tonight
Blackbird,
I'll wait for you at dawn
If this night will only pass
But the clock hands refuse to move
It's dark inside my room
It must be daylight soon
Where is
got to make it by yourself
You know you got to make it by yourself
I'll be your friend and I'll lend a helping hand
But you got to try and help
launch rockets from here?"
Boy, I've done it for years
Right over my head
And when I promised my hand
He promised me back
Snow cherries from France
took to gambling just like dad and left my mother's home
One night the gang was gathered round we delt the hand of draw
An old man sat across from me
only believe the Gypsy
She could tell at a glance my heart was so full of tears
She looked at my hand and told me my lover was always true
And yet
When the world was on my shoulders
And all hope for tomorrow was gone
You took my hand, and baby
You made me see
diamonds
Discussing our hits over a glass of scotch
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we still run the trains,
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