as a sea Slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree And all of these spirit voices rule the night Some stories are magical, meant to be sung Songs
open I can hear the organ's song But the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city of ruins Now the sweet bells of mercy Drift through the evening trees
I can hear the organ's song But the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city of ruins Now the sweet veils of mercy Drift through the evening trees
I'm buggin' E ghostbusters Mercy mercy (Ego trip, ego trip) Mercy (Ego trip, ego trip) Mercy Aah, aah, aah, aah Aah, aah, aah, aah Aah, aah, aah, aah
Aint no movie, aint no comics And no CNN, don?t be greedy You dare not hear this song posted in a CD No mess wit a mercy, less you can?t steal it But
deny the bliss Moms with a new husband casting needles puncture pressure Briefly lifted the guilt from a divorce snuffing her pleasure Now you're all up in the family tree
'd take a trip Every summer down to Mississippi To visit my granny in her ante bellum world I'd run barefooted all day long Climbing trees free as a song
night For mercy love The sun so bright It leaves no shadows Only scars, carved into stone On the face of it The moon is up And over one tree hill We
enfolds Satan, have mercy on my long distress! Satan, have mercy on my long distress! Satan, have mercy on my long distress! Satan, have mercy on my
of us even if we don't understand it. * In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life
up these broken bones Mercy bend and breathe me back to life But not before You show me how to die Set me like a star before the morning Like a song
soft As for terror, I sever the best of MC's Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us Def Squad
I can hear the organ's song But the congregation's gone My city of ruins My city of ruins Now the sweet veils of mercy drifting through the evening trees
God, our merciful Father I'm wrapped in a robe of light Clothed in Your glory That spreads its wings over my soul May I be worthy, Amen There's not a
me stuck to you You got me stuck to you If you a case I be a jury If you a sin I be your mercy If you a beat I be the moves If you a tree, baby I be
make us happy sometimes No more shout, no more fight, family life Tomorrow will be Christmas We'll be singing old songs And light up the tree God and all the mercy
she likes to bend over, and then she spreads the skins The hoe is just hoe and that's without no controversy She can make the bedsprings sing a song of mercy
vinegar to a thirsty King? My God, my God, why hast Thou accepted me? It's a mystery of mercy and the song, the song I sing You made the seed that made the tree