Lyrics:
Well, children by and by, oh, when the morning comes
(They say that all) all the saints of God together at home
We will tell the story how we
the dream
Haunted by the magic in the
Words fall from reality
Prisms that hold prisoners like
Pathways blocking
Human imperfections
From their shining
Through
much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land
so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it's the American way right?
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me
Go find, go find your saint
Pill by pill a miracle occurred
The whole world got better
How I prayed until I said the words
I knew would upset her
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way
She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
Somewhere in the world a boy or girl is being buried by their mother
Somewhere in the world there is violence, brother against brother
Do your
on home
By God I'll do the straightening out
By God, I'm gonna straighten him out.
Saint Anthony
Won't you please hear my prayer,
My baby tied on whiskey
just anecdotes
And they're trying to help you
Pattern match by throwing lots
Of data points at you, but the reality is
You will never understand them
that feelin')
Anytime you need some lovin'
Yeah, I know, I'm a prisoner of love, and I can't break these chains
Yeah, yes I know, but here comes
This is a song about a priest called Bishop Nicholas
He was the very first Father Christmas
Made him a saint because of his kindness
To children
a stumbling saint
Still I'm never alone, He's alive in my bones
The ghost of God sanctifies
Day by day by day, day by day by day
Day by day by day
What I once
the ones I've killed, they now surround me
I'm a prisoner of my own guilt
And as they pass by, my heart starts to wilt
I never thought about
darkness out a new Bane
Prisoner like Duphrane clip it like a Blu-ray
Bars I'm breaking through Blaine, beat it like I'm Bruce Wayne
Two face, this could go
a free man in hell than a prisoner in paradise
So I toot my toot for the man with roots
Hey, fifer on the E-flat flute play on, play on
All you sinners
house
Just to shovel some snow
I heard sirens on the train track howl naked gettin' nuder
An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
Down
Let's snap our fingers clap our hands
Down by the riverside, down by the riverside, down by the riverside
Let's give 'em what the song demands
I was a prisoner to your lovin’
Boy, you locked me up
I was blinded by your smile
The way we made sweet love
But it’s over now
Damn
Honesty
Empathy
Handcuffed by violence that be The truth
Prisoner of Love tell him to turn You lose
And I apologize all the stuff you
Been through
And all the times I couldn't
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way
She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
Prisoner of my mind
(lyrics by Anthya)
I'm falling from a long night
every sound around me is so loud
I'll be waiting for the light, the sun
I'm
no stress but I will never forget
Am I a saint or a sinner
Am I an angel or a killer
Listen while I paint a perfect picture
80's baby lately I've been
the hinges
Or to mend the window panes.
Ain't a-gonna need this house no longer
I'm a-gettin' ready to meet the saints. (The saints)
This ole house is afraid
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