Lyrics:
John Pierce

Translation: Pierce, John. To Be A Christian.

Translation: Pierce, John. Healing Hands.

Translation: Pierce, John. Giver Of The Gift.

I used to blame it on the clock, 'Cause I swear it stops when you're with good friends. An' Billy sayin': "One more shot," An' damn that shot always

two would be John Adams and then number three George Washington was the first, you see He once chopped down a cherry tree President number two would be John

and leaving Out with these faults and you make me a baby Faking an movement by no ones seeing it No one always find peace flung No one chooses to beat my pride down Symbols pierce

evening late, As the maid was going to bed, She heard a sound, a beautiful sound, That made her heart feel glad. She thought it was her brother John

! "Oh, me boys, that's the pride of the bold Shelmaliers, "Mongst our greatest of heroes, a man! Fling your beavers aloft and give three rousing cheers, for John

looked at me with a frown for in the middle there was a thistle which pulled his courage down the farmer came with his pitch fork and he pierced me to