Lyrics:
rock [they called it rock]
They call it roll [they called it roll]
By any name [by any name]
It's still the same [it's still the same]
It's in
happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully
from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
Rolling up by myself to the cemetery
Just so I could rest for a minute in some peace
Brought with me a fat skunky bag, smoke in solitary
Lonely
model I follow be the Jim Beam bottle
And I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
I'ma kick a fuckin' hole in the wall
Full throttle, punchin' in an El
died in the Union by the name of McNabb
They washed him and laid him outside on a slab
And after the corroner his measurements did take
His wife took him
the fishermen gone
2000 dollars that spent on yo b*tch, brain dead
She sucking it like Dracula, romanian redhead
Beach for that b*tch, house all made by sand
If
head off, and suck the juice out your neck like a sports bottle
Rip a rhyme full throttle, and put the sun in a clutch
If you confused you can use your
The killing fields lay scorched here in the sun,
Blood and seed coalesce in macabre union,
Blood and seed paint a picture leading to sure doom,
Makes men weep.
walk around tryin to be your clone
They really fear you, when you was at home they was pale
That's why they wanna see you either dead or in jail
By
effortlessly
Most people been dead and asleep
Until they hearin' a beep
Now they wake up countin' sheep
(Wake up)
Wake up, stuck in a cycle
I gotta survive,
the synchronicity
A union of consequence beyond this lost adversary
The King is dead, so worship me - No voices in my head, so worship me!
There’s nothing
needed to write as we're kept out of sight, well no more
In a few hours by dawns early light we'll be ready to fight us a war
This time we're in it
Plowing these fields in the hot summer sun
Over by the gate, Lordy here she comes
With a basket full of chicken
And a big cold jug of sweet tea
I
whippoorwill
I've seen the ghost of a midnight train
And I still love to walk alone
Down by the old Union station in the rain
Now I don't know where you are
Sleepy alligator in the noonday sun
Sleeping by the river just like he usually done
Call for his whiskey
He can call for his tea
Call all he want
BWA, Bread Winners Association
In my trap on the couch like my leg's broke
Catching sells, ain't no way I could be dead broke
Let him in, shut
turns to blood
The dead here are the lucky ones
The men in the trenches left to watch them rot in the sun up above
The dead here are the lucky ones
while minute in that sun
And the heroes and the cowards
Look the same when they have fallen by the gun
The day the sun stood still
And the north
a few more scars than when they left
And Jack right by their side
Orrin died an old man
But Squire dropped dead at forty five
Got buried in a potter's
leave
The hospital near here
And they wear dresses that are
Naked in the sun to
Cheer the dead and the dying and the doctors
Especially the doctors, but
Caressed by eternal sleep,
as the winds cry and the heavens weep
The heavens weep
Leaving behind the son and his spirit, with a gaping wound in the shape
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