Dust in the mouths of our wanderers A promise that we'll never quit So drunk though our hands are closely woven Entire fleets of staggering ships Now
Mount zion take me to a place where there is love and happiness mount zion is my home got to find the higher zone never will i be a rollin stone i know
The dust and the mess of our mornings, Promise that we'll never quit So drunk, though our hands surely woven Entire fleets of staggering ships... Now
I Built! My! Self! A! Me!tal! Bird! I! Fed! My! Metal! Bird! The! Wings! Of! Other! Me!tal! Birds! And oh, how my baby flew! With heart so high and aim
Dull white starlite, pale as the morning falls away. The devil each dawn, and flat greys upon, we're torn asunder neath his gaze. So c'mon ye children
Oh, my darling. The leaves! Oh, how they do breathe! There's a heart inside of everything that nestles deep with tiny wings, lay your hands inside this
sleep, Don't sleep, Don't sleep, and the sleep. Tore a cloud and three birds fell, 3 birds fell and then it rained, We crawled upside that mountain,
Don't tell me that I am free Don't tell me that I am free Cause I have not been well Lately
Dear Brothers and Sisters, Dear Enemies and Friends, Why are we all so alone here? All we need is a little more hope, a little more joy. All we need
It will not be a tender fire Upon your postcard mountains No golden children will write hymns about The slow defeat of your reckless destiny Bullets
The community is sick (Please believe) And the community is blind (In labor and hope) Yell (And joy) And it's colder than Poland ('Cause like a little
If she should come and greet me again, with the pains of this world writ 'cross all her limbs, like a bewildered child I'd hold her in mine and stroke
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They put angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric chair Straight up angels in the electric chair The electric chair, the electric
We all got born so afraid We still search for words to describe that pain And cling to each other Like pigeons in the rain And nuzzle over feathered breasts
It's rolling So goodbye lovely train tracks And goodbye broken trees The devil poured his concrete 'Cross all our empty fields From shadows across our
Oh, my broken lamb I worry when you cry Baby's gonna fetch ya Horses in the sky Though dead hands ring the garden And these are violent times And violence
Don't tell me that I am free Don't tell me that I am free 'Cause I have not been well Lately