t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home Mama still cooking too much for supper
of man's a song of a gun with hella ammo The sheriff shootin Bob Marley, John J. Rambo 6 sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramid say we all a lost children Voodoo for
praise him tell of his excellent greatness Praise him praise him ever in joyful song [ piano ] Praise him praise him Jesus our blessed redeemer For our
Game over, you win Game over, I win The Sleigh bells are a-ringing, the children they are singing The memories are fleeting, a little game of (Paper,
is nothing he wouldn't give her see For the future of the nation rests in her belly And if the Proverbs of the 31 and verse 10 Becomes the song she sings
them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
You". So this song was originally called "La La Love You". We found out before our releasing album that these lyrics came from a Pixies song, which was
Well, my buddies ask me If I would write them a song? That says how we're different But how good we all get along For Bob, he is a Baptist And his wife
see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there was seventy-three The piano
exhault The ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts Still met at their christmas eve charity balls Raising money not for themselves But raising it for all (and the sound of their children
will break your heart." She said, "Love never comes easy And miracles mostly come hard." She said: CHORUS May used to play the piano And sing the old songs
They are rich, they are poor Their illusions are gone, they share one heart for two Their homes all smell of time of old photographs And an old fashioned song
coming home for the party? [Edith](spoken) I should say so! He's announcing his daughter's engagement! Wall Street will have to do without him for a
do They are rich, they are poor, their illusions are gone They share one haeart for two Their homes all smell of thyme, of old photographs And an old-fashioned song
be forgot and days of auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear for auld lang syne We'll take a cup of kindness yet for the sake of auld lang syne
songs that we wrote, ah, note for note That piano will always know Now it's keys rent the air in it's new place to stand A gift for the children who'
for madmen to make fools of us all So forgive yourself my friend, this will soon be over What happened here tonight is nothing at all Revolution for
