sand that he walked was also his bed The words that he spoke made the people assume There wasn't too much left in the upper room With skins on his back
sand that he walked was also his bed The words that he spoke make the people assume there wasn't too much left in the upper room With skins on his back
upper room Talking with the Lord Oh my Hallelujah Lord It's in the upper room with Jesus Oh, it's in the upper room Talking with my Lord, yes and your
Something demands of me to rip this fucking shit uncannily God commanded me to be a technological disease And psychologically do battle with the best emcee's Upper
There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at my feet Paris in the dust And here I'm breaking bread With the upper crust! Beggar
This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at my feet Paris in the dust And here's me breaking bread With the upper crust! Beggar at the feast! Master
awkwardly christening the small talk chalk board, she said "this is less of a 'fixer-upper' than my last bar". funny, you're less of a 'fixer-upper' than
his head The sand that he walked was also his bed The words that he spoke made the people assume There wasn't too much left in the upper room With skins
This is less of a fixer-upper than my last bar." "Funny, you're less of a fixer-upper than my last whore." Crass is Similac to the milky with of today
The sand that he walked was also his bed The words that he spoke make the people assume there wasn't too much left in the upper room With skins on his
The sand that he walked was also his bed The words that he spoke made the people assume There wasnt too much left in the upper room With skins on his
upper with Jesus. In the upper room with my Lord. In the upper room, in the upper room, it's in the upper room, yes, with my Lord. In the upper with
Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at my feet Paris in the dust And here's me breaking bread With the upper crust! Beggar at the feast
