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despite these prisoners
They persist with the Chinese whispers and
Turn these victims to victors
But karma flies by like a discus
This cycle is vicious

Hey

Wanderers & Saints
Prisoners and jails
Wanderers & Saint 
Solitude and chains

Broken car headlights
Wasted all my life
Angry city kid
Warrior on the streets

Prisoners in Paradise

Europe

1982-1992

1993

no
Still struggling on, by herself
Got a picture of Jimmy
There on the shelf
And she looks at him and says
Why did we let it go

I know that

Knowing no one was there
I miss her poisonous lips
Those guillotine kisses
It’s way more than a bad habit
This addict craves his fixin’
Sittin’ by

down
Didn't find love but I get it now, stuck in my mind but I'm gettin out
When  in doubt you were the one by my side
Laid up in bed you were pickin my

that ya'll niggas hating on
I'm never home that's why they thinking that I'm on a tour
Serial killer, they looking for me, tell them I'm by the store

A lonely citadel,
Some distant past that is haunting within.
Silent place of confinement,
Built by saints to incarcerate sin.
Liars and thieves,

Reaching out to some friends
Like damn
Price for everything and freedom's not a quirk
(Not a quirk)
All the released prisoners quickly get to work
(Get

When I was down and sinning on Sundays
I'd be the loudest one screaming Hallelujah
Tryna look the part, and blend in with the saints
But he weighs your

the sky
Beaming down some kind of golden light
Turning all the sinners into saints
And then disposing of them anyway
You claimed that you were touched by

of blue and hair like gold lamé.
New York teacher, New York nun, and then New York Police,
For ten long years a prisoner of the State.

Her husband Pete

the sky
Beaming down some kind of golden light
Turning all the sinners into saints
And then disposing of them anyway
You claimed that you were touched by

Hey mister, small town boy 
Rose up like dynamite 
Fought a fight with the gloves of a saint 
It made you a heavy weight 
For the picture perfect

Violent Saint

Ill Niño

One Nation Underground

2005

lies within
Am I a victim to myself?
When everything burns
My tortured life

This presence ruled by anger
My rationale a stranger
I grip my own

the saint goes marchin' in there
Do not might tell me I'm wrong
For by the help and the grace of God
I'm a-gonna keep a-taggin' along.

Well, I may not be

Wings of Angels

Judy Collins

Judy Collins Wildflower Festival

2003

Come to me in dreams again
Wings of angels tears of saints

In that cathedral by the hill
We stood and smiled in happier days
The fields along

Christian St.

Marah

Kids in Philly

2000

Saint Paul's is for soul salvage
9th Street for my fennel and leek
$10 is my lottery ticket and…
I get a haircut from the Vietnamese
(So come on)

that's cheap
That's so cheap we're gonna do it again
That's enough okay

Well, by that time
The extract of the Northern dog
Had induced in the fur trapper

And start acting like fools

You're a prisoner by day
Is that what you choose?
Stand in the water, baby
It'll get you through tonight

Who did you

your daily prayers / You watch your food and steps... then go on weekly benders // Prisoner of circumstance... locked in a cage of woe / A walking

Heart Of Stone

Britt Nicole

Britt Nicole

2016

Brick by brick I built a hundred feet tall
All these walls are up higher than I thought
Let my secret out, I want them to fall
Bars and barricades

Late night, all alone by myself, glass of wine drink by myself
Think of this line how should I tell
Try not to be too hard sell, I cannot help but

prisoner
Dying to say
I ain't the same as when I was sane, yeah I ain't the same person anymore

I could sit by the window
Thinking of the wind blow
My head

As the pages turn, they begin to burn
Quickly turning to ash
As the pages turn, they begin to burn
Blown away by winds of time  

Don't you see