Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands
He’s the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say He’s the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say yeeeaaahhh
We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom
He’s the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say He’s the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say yeeeaaahhh
*Guitar solo*
He’s the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means when I say He’s the one Who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing along And he likes to shoot his gun But he knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means Knows not what it means and I say yeeeaaahhh mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm
This is life that i try to make the ends meet, but none is comply, we are the slave to money, dont you try to deny it … but if you do, you will die crise de conscience. well this life… life that works on HIS mysterious ways none can resists, even i cant, i’ll take down the road that the road ive ever been down, yo know the one that takes you to the places…where all veins meet. well i never pray periodically …. but tonight im on my knees pray with my heart .. i sang the words to HIM, i praised HIM, i adore HIM, i need to hear a sound, a touch, or even a whisper to recognised the pain in me, the sorrow that pull me down, and i let the melodious universal shine
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