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
J. Rambo 6 sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramid say we all a lost children Voodoo for the pilgrims who bring weapons and conceal em They're style ?, and then in doctorate the children
my neighbor till we meet at that heavenly door I'll reap my harvest in heaven on that beautiful shore [ piano ] The time has come I must hurry along don't cry for
old enough to know better The king of marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children
A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's no need for
bought a chicken She took him for a duck Laid him on the table Wit' his leg stuck up Yonder come the children Wit' a spoon and a glass Catch the gravy
know better Cry, baby, cry The king of Marigold was in the kitchen Cooking breakfast for the queen The queen was in the parlor Playing piano for the children
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
I could have run away But where would I run to where would I stay All of the hopes All the visions and dreams Have just disappeared with the children
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,
wacka wacka) I'll be a doctor for diseases and help you with your sneezes And practice neurosurgery on your brain! Gonna climb the Matterhorn But only after all our children
three school lunches Another night in a mother's day Put the cereal bowls out for breakfast Set the coffeemaker for 6 a.m. Sewed a loose button on brother's shirt for
the one who can now mate the displaced bloodline With the white jail bait, thinkin' like the keys on Prince's piano will be just fine So, there it is for
there could ever be...a more wicked MC ''cause AIDs infested child molesters aren't sicker than me I see the world for what it is, beyond the white and
See the ozone falling Apart before you And recycling's a bitch I've got just one wish That his children won't grow up In a freaking trash can A piano
for it dashes deeper in. Children of the prophet, your fate is written within the steel of our blades. For too long have you inhabited our lands. We