Lyrics:
Organ Glory

oh Glory) I'll fly away [ organ ] When the shadows of this life have gone I'll fly away Like a bird from prison bars have flown I'll fly away I'll fly away oh Glory... [ organ

America) So I gotta get lifted! All night yea, yea (You remind me of my herb you keep me lifted!) Keep me lifted Hey yo I am the glory-fied of the story

Psychopath instincts Gave in modificationed genes Inoculated was into Wearer organism Devastated her uterus inside Taken power (medium) from cels of givers

playing on the organ, (? ) so low, (? ) are complaining, (? ) Oh lord my god Some times I wander Oh lord my god Consider what you will Inside story (x3) Last years glory

Official version, a falsified story The truth lies buried in a shroud of glory Influential people aren't serving time For being involved in organized

to the inevitable cap peeling for sexual healing I lack feeling, voted for black women like Terry Macmillan Save a prayer for me, I was told no guts no glory

in control to waste these jokers in this pathetic game He would choke the sleaze pig He would shepherd the sheep off the cliff He would crush all organs

we live doesn't make us alive What is it that makes us lose sight? True sight of what is real and essential I'll take organized patterns of chaos Over the chaotic organizations

between death and decay. I'm plastic and set upon display. And their eyes are wide and they are looking my way Each ligament exposed, each muscle connected. And every organ