Lyrics:
... and Pilate's wife's bedroom is here.
Having grabbed his wife, we inform Pilate that she is in our custody and
forthwith issue our demands. Any
WHOO!
I'm so ready
To leave all our worries behind
Rain or shine
If we're meltin' like a Freezie
On the Fourth Of July
S.U M.M.E.R Time
Whoa oh oh
If
We know there is no other dame
If he isn't home by six,
[BOYS]
He's out, he's safe, he's out!
[GIRLS]
It's six to one
There's a game
[BOYS]
hanging in the air
Though we could be almost anywhere
This is Portland, it helps to like the rain
Without a breath this is what remains
These are our
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
Clock is a ticking
Our deep help beliefs are threatened by heathens
Hippies and lefties are in the streets screamin
They've left a big crack in our glass
My own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished, in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, and everything we lived for, families
at yourself?
Your egos a shell
Your egos a shell
Lucifers platter
Don't even matter
Are we stuck in a cell?
Welcome to hell
No saved by the bell
No wish from
We've been stripped of purpose
Told our lives are worthless
If all life is is sorrow
Who wants to live tomorrow
I'll hold your hand when you feel sad
The flow, is in the pocket like wallets
I got the bounce like hydraulics
I can't call it
I got the swerve like alco fuck that
Figg get the money
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
in NY
I'll send you an invite
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful
that our need to hate
Was something we'd undo
Nothing changes in this world
This is nothing new
When the morning comes
We can drink our mimosas
First
You gon' need you a pass
That's the code that we live by
Yeah, I'm in this bitch wit' da terror
Got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make
this prejudice has got to go
Life is moving fast it need to slow down
Come and see me when I am in yo town
Practice what we preach before it go down
of the time
Unless we're talking deeply about what's on our minds
When you're mine, you are in July
Sweet like nature, sugarcane
All these feelings running
Somebody lift our hands
As we celebrate the greatness of our god
He is great and he is greatly to be praised
This is the worship song that says
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
shadow.
Birds will come and pick our bones, broken up by sticks and stones.
We are in the rain shadow.
There is no escaping this thirst they are creating.
faith to maintain an
Aura of respectability our
Civilization, such as it is
Was shaped by religion
And the men who aspire to public
Office anyplace in
suicide
Taking big step my foot so big couldn't get a shoe size
Let it rain like it's july
Wait! i wrote this in july
In a class of my own kinda like
ben menachum, yo
Yo my own blood, dragged through the mud
Perished in my heart still cherished and loved
Stripped of our pride, everything we lived
season, in the future of our land
The power's in His hands
We stop making our demands to God
Cause He won't always give you what you want
But I can
and trust and love?
Nobody but Jesus
Ours is smoke the beautiful
And liquid spirit drowning in itself
To hide the other stuff
What do you know? What do
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