my possessions lie I am bound for the Promised Land I am bound for the Promised Land Oh who will come and go with me? I am bound for the Promised Land
i'm the superstar of this little bar concentrate on every word i say my voice amplified i'm a stereotype a singing swinging cliche raise your fist up
coupons to get us saved Like it take a lot more than do-rags to get your waves Nothin' sad as that day, my girl father passed away So I promise to Mr
You never walk alone. Always feel at home, Wherever you may go. There is no power can conquer you While God is on your side. Take Him at His promise
a lot more than coupons to get us saved Like it take a lot more than durags to get you waves Nothing sad as that day my girl's father past away So I promised
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
funnies, I'd be reading Doonesbury See me after dark, love, shit be getting scary I'll freak you like Carrie on the night of the prom Let's keep it cool
Singing the hymn of the hellhorn Children, children, children just obey me Singing the hymn of the hellhorn Children, children, children just obey me Singing the hymn
breathe Once there was a fire in the lighthouse of my heart: I gave you so much more than just my love and you broke so much more than just a promise
I've seen the outline of a scheme A vision of tranquility the world in my profound embrace I've seen conclusions at the end A mellow hymn of promises
old age and security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power, but they lie! They do not fulfil their promise, they never will! Dictators
s meaning because these people are not aware some people talk others are listening sometimes I think I just don't care it's easy to forget the choices we've made and the promises
sound Now the battle hymns are playing Report of shots not far away No prayer, no promise, no hand of God Could save theirs souls that April day Now the battle hymns
Rich and wealthy canvas Clustered up in jewels Finding all your heavyweights Are featherweights and fools Broken all your promises Broken all your paper
Levitate our thoughts to the high branches Buried under the snow Pure and white as an untouched young women An erotic masquerade of soft promises Elegants
a man I'm not livin' what was promised I am far from glorified Oh I'm not dyin' Oh I'm not alone Mind is not a celestial state with idle hymns of praise
mass without flaw though inwards she abhored Not her coven of suitors but the stare of their lord {I must avert my eyes to hymns For his gaze brings
