Battering at battling of every move - knocking down the walls in front of me Reciting the rites of this evil energy - eliminate the weak with hateful potency Spirit of negation throughout the centurie
The magnificent seven Ring! Ring! It's 7 A.M.! Move y'self to go again Cold water in the face Brings you back to this awful place Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too Must get up an' learn those rul
Harper Ben The Will To Live The Will To Live I met a girl whose heart was on the right hand side And upon the left an angel did reside They told her mother that she never would survive But she kept
I met a girl whose heart was on the right hand side And upon the left an angel did reside They told her mother that she never would survive But she kept the rythm and is still alive She's still alive
When They Kick At Your Front Door How You Gonna Come? With Your Hands On Your Head Or On The Trigger Of Your Gun When The Law Break In How You Gonna Go? Shot Down On The Pavement Or Waiting On Death
The way you're bathed in light Reminds me of that night God laid me down into your rose garden of trust And I was swept away With nothin' left to say Some helpless fool Yeah I was lost in a swoon of p
Well, I swore when I was still quite young "I won't march in line or carry a gun The Warrior's Son though I may be A warrior I will never be" Oh, Father can you never see What they've done to you you'
It was crime at the time But the laws, we changed 'em Though the hero for hire's Forever the same one ducing for the first time Pharaoh on the microphone Sing all hail What'll be revealed today When
Farewell to Prince's Landing Stage River Mersey, fare thee well I am bound for California, A place I know right well Chorus: So fare thee well, my own true love For when I return, united we will be I
Is it worth it, can you even hear me? Standing with your spotlight on me Not enough to feed the hungry I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now In this sea of lonely The taste of ink is getting old
One pleasant evening in the month of June As I was sitting with my glass and spoon A small bird sat on an ivy bunch And the song he sang was the jug of punch Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-lay Too-
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