Lyrics:
they burnt down
And the crying that was heard beneath the smoke
But Zaidy made us laugh
Zaidy made us sing
And Zaidy made a kiddush Friday night
the children of the earth?
Oh how they gather by the hearth
I'll trick or treat in wet socks. Nuke some day old Sonic tots
Now wear some gum in my hair without
start
The heat so intense my skin is burning
I'm white and I'm red then I am black
Somewhere along the way my soul is turning
My voice crying out, take me
children
Wasn't our fault, but it's time to recognize that we're become adults in this cosmos
And our parents are crying out for our help
So the last one is
Tell It Like It Iz
Verse 1
The babies are dying - the mothers are crying
The children are fatherless - the system is lying.
They split the family
The crying sound that a widower makes
The feeling of lost, in a desolate place
I never wanted to be legend, but I stand to be great,
So I waited till
we're out of time
And it's slowly passing by ....right before our eyes
We are a rock revolving
Around a golden sun
We are a billion children rolled
the children pray to someone higher
I've seen the TV screen, I felt the world close in
From what it said to me and I know you've seen the pain too
I saw
When the mornin' comes
You'll know by my shoes I've been out walking
If I don't return
You'll know I've found something to believe in, to believe
When the mornin' comes
You'll know by my shoes I've been out walking
If I don't return
You'll know I've found something to believe in,
hoping
Broken, starving plastic ring
Perfect for eloping
Years went by fast, you were so good to me
Our children have children, Billy, how could it
hoping
Broken, starving plastic ring
Perfect for eloping
Years went by fast, you were so good to me
Our children have children, Billy, how could it
Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying he makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Look
Lord Jesus,
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
The poor Baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus,
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus,
Jesus, asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the poor baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes
I love thee Lord Jesus, look down from
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing the poor baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love thee Lord Jesus look down from
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love thee, Lord Jesus; look down from
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The Baby awakes
The little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus
where He lay
The little Lord Jesus
Asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing
The poor Baby wakes
But little Lord Jesus
No crying He makes
I love
Lord Jesus,
Asleep on the hay.
The cattle are lowing,
The poor Baby wakes,
But little Lord Jesus,
No crying He makes
I love Thee, Lord Jesus,
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing the poor baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love thee Lord Jesus look down from
Jesus asleep on the hay
The cattle are lowing the poor baby awakes
But little Lord Jesus no crying He makes
I love thee Lord Jesus look down from
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