hit it Asleep on the motorway There is a world beyond the glare of these lights Asleep on the motorway Trying hard to believe it's just one of those nights Asleep
Translation: Jesus Jones. Asleep On The Motorway.
ddyfod ef. Far in the city with no room to spare, A stable is let to the gentle pair. Far in the city they both watch and pray O'er jesus asleep in his
I get critical And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic
can I get critical And I'm seldom seen in the henessey when I ride up on my enemies Zero one of my heroes Jesus blessed me to be lethal With my automatic
call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles: Pick up ya goddamn phone man, I keep tryin to call you Jesus
't need it do we Gold we don't need it do we Gold we don't need it gold More than gold it's plain to see Jesus weren't sent to set a precious stone free
down where He lay The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing The Baby awakes But little Lord Jesus No crying He makes I love Thee, Lord Jesus
lay The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing the Baby, He wakes But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes I love Thee, Lord Jesus
like sheets Till you fall asleep And they finally unwind It's a black balloon It's a dream you'll soon deny I hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ
down where he lay The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing, the baby awakes But little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes I love the Lord Jesus
not alone in anything You're not unique in dying I feel estranged every now and then Fall asleep reading science fiction I wanna fly in your silver ship Let Jesus
me That cops can just run in your spot quick without warning They educate the masses to follow, it's so boring I sat in the back of the classes, asleep
down where he lay the little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay The cattle are lowing the baby awakes but little Lord Jesus no crying he makes I love Thee Lord Jesus
down where he lay The little Lord Jesus asleep on the hay The cradle are glowing the baby awakes The little Lord Jesus, no crying he makes I love you Lord Jesus
off-key is garbage If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it Have confidence, speak with conviction, don't put 'em asleep when you