a [Chorus x2] She's a different kinda lady She's not often understood She was a young girl seventeen, if I recollect correctly A baby with a baby, that
like The clocks slow down for a while And the air tastes sweeter And breathing gets deeper As the clouds dance around the sunshine I hear the church
king I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right
I'm quite just, but it's just quite impossible, a robe and a robe and a robe and a bat, no double class inverse could make lying worth dying Right Voice
is a dead rest You studio niggaz still remind your vest Why the fuck you ain't done yet swallow yo' teeth In the field you woulda been need a straw when you eat Fuck a
a nigga in a skirt Drinkin Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt Sprint to the church that you got comin Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin Ain't nuttin but a
To cover my life Decomposed ? in a chamber of mine My death is done ? soon I'm free Vanished and gone A dead man lives ? a living man dies Betrayal ?
I see a new day's dawning And I hear the keeper's call I take it as a warning And awake them all Listen to the church bells See the clouds are getting
While all of us walk alone... no help, we're on our own The end - as they say - is a heartbeat away, so give me a reason to stay... Roaring silence...
the gypsy girl you are ? Have you died out in the small streets With no prayer to get to Heaven ? There's a priest who counts tour heartbeats If he
The FCC. Indecency Is A Word For This Freedom Invasion From The Christian Right And The Bush Administration Church And State Is His Agenda Drop A Bomb In A Heartbeat But A
just like The clocks slow down for a while And the air tastes sweeter And breathing gets deeper As the clouds dance around the sunshine I hear the church