chest and rattle Stand in front of your piano But we know what's going on Yes, we know what's going on We're the children of the choir, hey And we know
, it was most noted for its interesting imagery which changed from line to line. The notion is that God is truly pained by seeing His children suffer
Jim played piano in a band called Angry Witness Out to fight the system in the fall of '81 Like all his friends, he felt peace, could behead for the asking
be counted with the children of the Lord Move up a little closer climb high up the mountain Move up a little closer to the kingdom of the Lord [ piano
em understand perfection Let knowledge be the tool for suckers to stop guessin Cause I don't give a fuck about a radio play Observed the english I display Lyrics for the adults, children
a child of the sixties And for that I must pay You wag your finger all you like I'll tell you something It's my children they'll have no choice but to
wild my only daughter shes daddys girl and for her i buy the whole astroworld but she dont want money she just wants me there to watch her play piano
gonna worry herself And me I can't forget the pain I felt Even though I drive a new 6 double O they be thinkin' like "What is Los frontin' for?" I bought
Keep out of reach of children Beware of overdose Too many milligram But what made a iller jam My rhyme is the rhythm of thoughts That kill a man Ideas for
- Christ eternal held away from me Behind a brown and ancient glaze In my collection Facets of ego Gradually eclipsing mass between the nursery and now Struggling for
children 'Cause she knows she has only one life to live Angry young woman with her background on her forehead Three children and two abortions Played a little piano
talk, I mean these sessions are going to go slower [Verse 1] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for
a Lutheran And his grand daddy is Greek Well, Paul, he's Pentecostal And his pastor prays for the sick And Russ' daddy is a Rabbi But we go hunting, go fish For
see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there was seventy-three The piano
exhault The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts Still met at their christmas eve charity balls Raising money not for themselves But raising it for all (and the sound of their children
'll wait for them down on my knees I'd be ever so grateful for the crumbs from the table For strenght needed to follow Thee [ piano ] Lord I'm not worthy
gets burned Gone forever, gone forever Gone forever, gone forever [Instrumental (Piano, Electric and Acoustic Guitars)] I have been walking here for