save us everyone When we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns For the sins of our hand, the sins of our tongue The sins of our father, the sins of our
fix it but I don't know how Well, we could try to reason But you might think it's treason One voice for all Echoing along the hall Don't give up on father
light I think I might... CHORUS: Not today, maybe not tomorrow Everything in time Have it all But do you recall Back when our minds were so free? We could get close To our
I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds of
pray for you baby {*echoes*} See this ghetto got me crazy {*echoes*} Lord help me don't slay me {*echoes*} I'm just tryin to feed my babies {*echoes
doesn't change Our children are the ones to grow up By the law of the street Living between hugs and blows) Down on a half darkened street Fathers' and
And blessed are the ones who mourn The step is hard that tears away the roots And says goodbye to friends and family The fathers and the mothers
this lonely pier, where the heron are flying low Echo the songs my father knew in the towns of Mexico When I was young my eyes were wise, my father
asked my father Pablo, ?Who the hell is this Paco?? He said, ?It's Bounty Killer, he's driving in from Montego? That's when shots start to echo from
That's our dog, Pepper Popper. Ah....Pepper Piper, right. Kermit: Pepper Piper, I thought that's what you meant. And who's this thing here? Poppa: That's our
Federation city. I have always been awed by them, to think that every single facet of every life is regulated and directed from within! Our books, our music, our
hustlers Paper, the likes of which that I had never seen Her eyes glow green with the logo of our dreams The purpose of our scene, The obscene obsession
into my head I grew up in a house with more rooms than I could count No siblings, just strangers always moving in and out My dad hated all our neighbors
end The shadows of fear eclipse the land Deprived of liberty They will never laugh again The mothers tears The fathers sorrow The weeping children cannot understand Is this really our
the woods the song of our fathers echoes the gore of battle follows knocking on our doors onto the shores, over the waters the song of our fathers echoes
in our hands we have the rage of millions of fire in our eyes we have the demons' hatred in our hearts we have the pain of our ancient fathers in our
Rage Of Millions Of Fire In Our Eyes We Have The Demons' Hatred In Our Hearts We Have The Pain Of Our Ancient Fathers In Our Souls
day Well I memorized the things I'd say How you broke her when you disappeared How I hear her say "You'd make your Father proud" It echoes through the
