at all the lonely people (All the lonely people) Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby Died in the church and was buried along with her name Nobody came Father
riders Three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail They're out on the southbound odyssey Train pulls out of Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms
don't you cherish me to sleep never keep your eyelids clipped hold me for the pops and clicks I was only for the father's crib hair, old, long along
Father) Won't you leave me alone (Dear Father) Won't you let me go home (Dear Father) I don't think I could see (Dear Father) Lord, they'd crucify me (Dear Father
powered countries and borne religion Fear can never rule the heart My father's burden and my mother's rain My own desire, my sister's pain All souls have traveled along
, child, the child, child) (A child is the father of man) Have you listened as they played (Child, child, the child) (A child is the father of man) Their
fix it but I don't know how Well, we could try to reason But you might think it's treason One voice for all Echoing along the hall Don't give up on father
? Ah, look at all the lonely people Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby, died in the church And was buried along with her name Nobody came Father
of Louisiana Wondering where a city boy could go To get a little conversation, drink a little red wine Catch a little bit of those Cajun girls dancing to Zydeco Along
?t?, baby nooo? cuz I don?t cuz I don?t, I don?t, I don?t, I don?t?, naw baby, baby (2x) cuz I don?t wanna... {Verse 1}: I know what your father did
office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses Too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways fuck it What's been up man, how's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too I'm out to be a father
Walking along the beach last night who do you think I spy? A girl with ebony fire eyes. Soft and low do she cry. Now what could be such a source of pain
Walking along the beach last night Who do you think I spy? A girl with ebony fire eyes Soft and low do she cry Now what could be such a source of pain
your mind. Gotta get on, to get along tomorrow better fight now. Baby don't get tricky, I ain't gonna play your mother. Ain't gonna play your father
hold this heat I'm still ghetto, ghetto baby ghetto I thank God that I'm still here You know all my lost ones I share this prayer Father God I pray
Moment of truth, from the flow in the booth Is it a classic to blow through the roof Just ask 'n let me show you the proof We stronger than ever along
trays are filled with piss They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They are the Moron Brothers, don't get along with others They'll
seventeen-year-old Jack Acksadapo was driving home to Belmore last night after finishing work at his father's Lindcrest diner in Lindenhurst. According
