Lyrics:
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
was born,
And laid within a manger,
Upon this blessed morn;
That which His Mother Mary,
Did nothing take in scorn.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort
Well you're crazy Mama
With your ball and chain
And your sawn off shotgun
Blown out brains, yeah
You can scandalize me
Scorn my name
Jewry,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings
Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(Oh, tidings of comfort
Firmin, just a brief reminder
My salary has not been paid
Send it care of the ghost by return of post
P.T.O.: no one likes a debtor
So it's better if my
and enter my lungs
A scorn colder than the void's howling echo
Their cries for mercy muted by their own cleaved tongues
The cosmos shall hear
And would fight back memories of you.
You affected my life, oh I cannot deny that
You made believe that life's not for free.
But anger and scorn are not what
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
had a vision
And you never have been tempted
By the Devil or the Lord
Yes, you who stand above them now
Your hatchets blunt and bloody
You were not
Oh list to the lay of a poor Irish harper
And scorn not the strains of his old, withered hands
But remember his fingers, they once could move
the mountains high
With cavalry and infantry to take him they did try
He laughed at them with scorn until at last 'twas said
By a false-hearted woman he was
should I be forsaken,
Why must I here in sorrow remain?
Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running
There you and I have so merrily played,
within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy comfort and joy
O tidings
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
That which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy
Comfort and joy
O
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
(O tidings of comfort and joy)
(Comfort and joy o
Emotions distorted by the therapy of pain
Medical debauchment
In the name of sanity
Methods of torture and psychiatric humiliation
Humans considered
and Time - Lost Lore
I'm Enticed by The Purest Evil
It's A Sin to Scorn Him
It's A Great Sin in His Eyes
- And This too you would do!!!
In His Name,
a chicken
and follow dem scorn him
Cause I remember when him up top a set up shop is a must dat him a send down barrel
So now dat him deh ya and him can’t
The first place that I saw my love
It was at a ball
I looked at her, I gazed at her
Far above them all but aye she looked on me
With scorn
you how to step
I learned it by myself
By living for myself
For myself so it's
Time I
Told you how to step
I learned it by myself
By living for myself
Scorn - is anything I can feel !
Hatred - against "my own flesh and blood" !
About murder - I think day by day,
to kill you pig, and to see how
Discuss these amroth by scorn Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In