man, rebellin' against infinite God... That don't even sound right [Chorus] 'Father forgive them for they know not what they do Father forgive them for
, you oughta be there I'm gonna go to heaven when I die (I want to go to heaven) Roll Jordan, roll Jordan, roll Jordan Oh father, you oughta be there
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst Are you gonna
a fight Father has spoken We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between heaven
in my gore Fill your cups of Christ. I am the bloody earth Bright, riding in heaven. The player in rags White Bat is death?
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
His mother was a snake His father was a scarecrow Born in the desert with his hat on his head Never missed a shot, sharp as a pharaoh Tequila in the
fake Gods Faker than their tongue, strung out From the tongue out bring out fraudulence To the audience 'cause they are conveyors of pestilence Maintenance is heaven
Father, help Your children And don't let them fall by the side of the road And teach them to love one another That Heaven might find a place in their
Now when your mother sends back all your invitations And your father to your sister, he explains That you're tired of yourself and all of your creations
strong I will be your father figure Put your tiny hand in mine I will be your preacher teacher Anything you have in mind I will be your father figure
you can be Pass those values to your family And when you pray for those you love Say a prayer for humanity, say a prayer Our Father, who art in Heaven
the beef's at And park in front of my enemy's eyes They see that it's war we life stealers Hollow tip, lead busters there's no Heaven or hell Dead is
Mother, mother, how's the family? I'm just calling to say hello How's the weather? How's my father? Am I lonely? Heavens know Mother mother are ya listening
mary did nothing take In scorn O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy. From god, our heav'nly father, a blessed
not the virgin's womb; Very god, begotten not created O come let us adore him, etc. Sing, choirs of angels, Sing in exultation, Sing all ye citizens of heav
Our father Which art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth As it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread And
