thought is staring back on better days cause our daughters and sons will live to pay through every mistake that we have made through every conviction we've betrayed so let the children sing
after thought is staring back on bad days because our daughters and sons will live to pay through every mistake that we have made through every conviction we've betrayed so let the children sing
Translation: Story Of The Year. The Children Sing.
thought is staring back on bad days because our daughters and sons will live to pay through every mistake that we have made through every conviction we've betrayed so let the children sing
afterthought is staring back on better days cause our daughters and sons will live to pay for every mistake that we have made for every conviction we've betrayed so let the children sing
The time has come to set aside The stories we're told And talk about the children growing old For building blocks and colour books Will soon fade away
headline of the Daily News Wiltwyck School for Criminal Children Auburn, Brooklyn House of D Dannemora, Sing Sing, Attica, Greenhaven Twenty years inside, today you're free You cannot even read your story
get along Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce Our new substitute teacher for the day His name is Mr. Shady Children
stickup kid, look what you?ve done did Got sent up for a eight year bid Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag Spent the next two years as a
foundation, I'm like A mason in Egypt, amazin' when I'm creatin' a site For the world to behold and the story to last So one day ghetto children can
your right hand Flash his badge with his left hand on some Donnie Brascoe shit Forget about it, made men, should hang with made men Not the wife and children
ya doing? I hope that you're with this I hope that you're willing I want to introduce you to a cut called "Mama Gave Birth to the Soul Children" [
t-shirts Where is the laughter? Where is the laughter? Baby, 10000 years ago Broadway so many people Sleeping down at the factory Waiting and singing
for peace, (peace, peace, peace, peace!) Peace - let's hope for peace, peace - let's hope for peace. Oh, John, let's hope for peace for our children,
children run to see The stallion on the hill bringing bags of apples And of clover they have filled And the white horse tells his stories Of the days
and his penis was enormous Even by adult standards It also dawned on the doctor that Even through all the years of hearing Kevin sing he rarely spoke
aching from laying in this bed I went singing in the rain and the cold got to my head I don't know who's paying, I just know what the doctor said 84 years
that never ends Made a lot of music and I've made a lot of friends I've got two children but I've never had a wife Don't mean to bore you with the story
