trying to tell you all about thy light, right Now all thy Jokers Cards have fallen with spectacular array, so when thy Wraith is calling, walk into thy light
the other side Freeway intersections when the bars close, he loves 'em Blew out traffic lights he hovers above him And he loves the motherfuck out of
abot the light, right. Now all the Jokers Cards have fallen with spectacular array, so when the Wraith is calling, walk into the light, right. I hold
of sending the kids to school is growing every day She is working two jobs just to make ends meet She says sometimes there is just no light at the end
worked in a factory The factory had been forced to close down And sadly the young man had lost his job He'd been out of work for about a year When his
with me. I send my soul out to thee. Set me free. Master of the lyre and thy muses fair. Thy will command attention as thy chariot soars through
wedding night I pray Take these children, my Lord, to thy embrace And show them grace. God on high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where You are
brought to the court of our good Scottish king, And long with this Whistle all Scotland shall ring. Old Loda*, still rueing the arm of Fingal, The god of the bottle sends
if again I held thee captive as I did ere now Stalling to pass my fingers through the last Of midnight tendrils, or peruse thy brow In fear of sending
from doing tours Recepient of applause from you and yours Creator of original sounds to send to stores you take home To absorb and sweat it out your
Shaggy 2 Dope:] Freeway intersections when thy bars close, he loves 'em Bluew out traffic lights? He hovers above him And he loves thy motherfuck out
this wedding night I pray Take these children, my Lord, to thy embrace And show them grace. God on high Hear my prayer Take me now To thy care Where