Lyrics:
Piano Our Father

their mothers Shit, I'll probably be wylin' with their fathers Tell Ms. Robert, tell Enijah that I'm ridin' for her father That's like my brother, like same mother, different father

of the prophet, your fate is written within the steel of our blades. For too long have you inhabited our lands. We do not need your savior, we do not

some food for death, go ahead and fucking eat My father's dead, well I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so

Jesus Christ Cause we are warriors, cause we are warriors Warriors, warriors, warriors, warriors One, in the name, of our lord and savior Jesus Christ In the name of the Father

one more girl locked up. [Amos Hart] Hey, Roxie... Roxie! I just have the good news! I'm the father. [Reporter] Hey, Roxie, who's the father? [Billy

that. [Because of this] we moved on. 'Junior Choice' played one morning. The song was 'English Scheme.' Mine. They'd changed it with a grand piano and

FATHER When the Lusitania was torpedoed by a U-boat off the Southwest coast of Ireland, twelve hundred men, women and children lost their lives, and among them, Father

Indigo Recording Ltd IGOCD 2014 Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com Now, my baby wasn't even decided About our weddin' ring When it come to our marryin'

I saw your father in the hall His ghost is living in the walls I heard him crying while you slept I heard him breaking things after you left I watched