Lyrics:
When we can make all mankind
Look! Act! Think! Feel! Hope! Desire! Dream!
By itself Inhale & exhale exactly alike
Oh, happy day, when miracles take
having nothin' to eat
Gotdamn
I had to work for the shit that I got
No I ain't get a damn thing for free
Gotdamn
If I see you strugglin', I respect your
a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If
Where I'd been murdered by a man with a beard
Where I’d been murdered by a man with a beard
You can't work out what they're
Thinking in their face
the creator of the Purple Tape
The pretty girls are everywhere, what a work of fate
Guys like pretty girls in the world
Women love men with money
A girl
Father
From heavens you fell with a taste for revenge
Your driven by blood of innocent men
A fathers betrayal hurts more then you think
The purest
I be, cruising with my dad
Making new plans
Tryna be a better man
Relaying my feelings man
Men don't cry
That's outcry
Meant to vilify
While we die
dare bring up your ex 'cause he a dead guy
I wonder
Why, oh why? (Oh why?)
Do you ride, do you stick by his side
If he makes you cry every night?
ain't bricks and buildings
She all of God's people Men women and children
A building of beings being constructed
Christ is the cornerstone
And watch him pass you by
Work your life away
Make me want to cry
In these modern times
Oh oh oh
I'm going to scream it on a mountain
To every
the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open your eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once you decide to move ya mind in due time
It's so
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
The Cadillac walk
Lonely late at night honey hear my call
She said boy I'm gonna make you crawl
Rita pound by pound
Knows how to work it on down
Weep
prevail
When men bow down before for kings
I stand in the mist of powers
I know Its not by my might, but by his grace that works in me
By his grace
I may
uncomfortable by talking about my hemorrhoids
And now my parakeet's unemployed
I enjoyed watching old men
Put Pennzoil inside their engines, while eating
clothing
But inwardly they are ravenous wolves
You will know them by their fruits
Do men gather grapes from thornbushes
Or figs from thistles?
Even so,
joined, by severing the bond of kinship, and not being good to
Their relatives, and work mischief in the land, on them is the curse
They will be far away
in the tatie lifting time
In an old bow tent in a tatie field
The farmer said, The work's all done
It's time that you were moving on
Born in a wagon
runnin out
Precious time is a grain of sand
Ignored by the hand
(Work hard man everyday)
Work hard man everyday (for who?)
For another man's plan
Man
Tilden
John's work was to listen to the words of the red men
Interpreting what they had spoken
John Tanner's the name, hard living's the game
And maybe
ragged group believed it.
And some gentlemen and ladies believed it.
And some wise men and some fools, and I believed it too.
And you know who I am.
Dear son
You ask my reaction to long hair or beards on young people
Some great men have worn long hair and beards
George Washington and Abraham
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
another lesson repeats
Though we shared our words as men, but that's a work of deceit
He'd be verbal on my head until the work was complete
I moved
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