let them be crying, with the blood in my hands. Valentine, the ruins are no place for you to play. They'll kill you if you come back here again, The ruins
Dry dusty road Dry dusty road Brother, won't you carry me along This dry dusty road Children shallying Playing in the morning sun Spike-heeled lady Running
will move your icy hand Oh the young, the rich or poor Hunger like me you know No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold Nothing satisfies me but your soul O, Death O
la la la, la la la lie All God's children have all gotta die There were all of the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children
be selling two-bit watches and girly photographs masterpiece in ruin you're pantomime of old world courtesy you should have a degree for how-o-lotry you
La la la la la la la lie All god's children have all gotta die There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children
He hath given us Sola Fide. Sola Deo Infernali Gloria. Wilt thou know, O vain man, that faith without works is dead? Some rejoice of the children'
of Rights failed How a nation of patriots returned to their earth And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell As it rang with a thud o'er Kinzua mud And
The judges sat outside the law And in their pride no evil saw In setting teeth to Satan's jaw And feeding him our children. When viewed in terms of cost
man No matter how from Aspirin to Xylatol Crazy Jimmy tried them all And he was dying but now he's fine For he gets up at five o'clock Runs ten miles
The back woods of Mississippi She drank moonshine, chewed tobacco Raised 16 children all by herself Never looked much like a lady You see mama ruined
of Rights failed, How a nation of patriots returned to their earth? And where will it tell of the Liberty Bell As it rang with a thud O'er Kinzua mud
we'll take it cos it's given free with this plastic innocence and these standards of living Questions lighted questions burnin' holes into my head hanging like shadows o
La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children
eyes and feel the rage. I see the ones who got a taste of their dreams, I think I want it more than them, But wanting is what children do, And taking is for ruined
