up, your heart just leaves the ground /and how you love your ground / high above the ground / and the earth you thought
, beat that bitch Holy smoke! I admire your roll Two fours and a five, they all applause and he smiled But confident me, yea I threw my twelve on the ground
dead He holds the key up there... far too long - the truth's been inverted by false tongues and far too long - false prophets have infested the holy ground; the holy
the ground I cried out Holy One, You are the Holy One, and You came and gave Your life away Holy One, You are the Holy One and You came and gave Your
growing and the holy spirits flowing, talk and foreign tongue as my God is steady glowing, he?s crazy man, and I can?t tell why, a lot of rage, and I
just lies. Take my word, you better think twice. Billy don't you go down cc road. Well here's the story and it ain't too pretty. You better sit down and
It's about niggaz and bitches Power and money, riders and punks Which side are you on? Gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground These niggaz is still
the five and dime Played it til my fingers bled Was the summer of '69 Me and some guys from school Had a band and we tried real hard Jimmy quit and
Words & Music by Arthur R. Scammell Recorded by Hank Snow Oh this is the place where the fishermen gather Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten
came, told us of the wars They told us we should join them and defend the holy cause Adventures that would lead far across the land and sea Sounded so
the sky And the wolf and raven prowling all around A broken cross will mark the holy ground And when I'm gone, the world carries on And you must carry
freeze to death I'd be another fox hole fool I got nothing new it's used, borrowed, and spent Good friday, ash wednesday, and a pocket full of lent Living in a box of cardboard and
the holy man Dawn of the gods - raising high and high It's the dawn of the gods We're always fighting for the holy man Dawn of the gods - breaking up
It's about niggaz and bitches, power and money, riders and punks. Which side are you on? *gun cocked, six shots, bullets hit ground* These niggaz is
He holds the key up there... far too long - the truth's been inverted by false tongues and far too long - false prophets have infested the holy ground; the holy
the churches of America With flame and hate your walls will fall Altars scarred by sacrilege Desecration to your holy words Religious scripture charred and
tears and blood falls to the frozen and holy ground, the sounding from the swords and screams of angels echoes in the war-filled skies Ah... blood and screams- cries and