his hand outstretched Could be the fuhrer, could be the local priest You know, sometimes Satan, you know, he come as a man of peace He got sweet gift
I know that life can be a wonderful thing (Sometimes, life is a wonderful thing) Sometimes, life is a wonderful thing (Sometimes, life is a wonderful thing) My blue, my blue, my blue
There was a tempest roaring in the deep blues There just to put the revolution in you You compared the cost of the war With walking into a wall Thought
My Prussian-blue electric clock's alarm bell rings, it will not stop and I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long
him your most precious gift You were his bleeding bride He tied you up, pulled your hair He slapped your innocent face Yeah, you were black and blue
how it used to be Remember all the happiness that we once knew I'm gonna give myself a party, just me and the blues A few of your love letters, a photograph or two A gift
No more blue Christmases they'll all be bright No more just pretending to be happy when I'm sad Going through the motions while others feel glad No more blue
a sneak peak of death if you ain't on ya Ps and Qs They carry banana clips and niggaz'll peel you for ya shoes It's the blues, but not on hill street
star chip in his eye had a glitch He had a flashback, a banging, rap sheets and track With a gift, the swift, the flux flex perplexed, the code X crossed
some to Hell on an unbridled desire No pain, no gain, the strongest chain's forged in the hottest fire I pity you, who's eyes so blue have never known
blues A few of your love letters A photograph or two A gift you gave on my birthday With words, I love you There's lots of things to think about When you're happy, feelin' blue
Beneath the ground Chalk white bones The souls circle the sun They play with the moon Live amongst the stars Their reflections on the river Are gifts
the saddle Ridin' off with pride Shoot your gun There's no religion This is supposed to be fun Come sweet emotion Come sweet emotion A purple shootin' magazine Another gift
lean Not bearing gifts on a jet black steed Yonder come, yonder come Yonder come the blues Ain't no rumor simply true Yonder come the blues A dozen
of love is a final gift, dramatic in its virtue It's a beating heart I made for you Ten razors buried bones And a kiss that tastes like violence Blue
shook your brain's cooked like bacon Can't believe you're not butter you thought you was on it Out trying to flaunt it but it's just Blue Bonnet And
get away from you These white-capped mountains and deep blue skies I can't admire through these shallow brown eyes It can't be done, without you life ain't no fun Precious gifts
And a little creepy bat Little rocking chair And an old blue hat That little creepy girl Oh, she loves to sing She has a little gift An amazing thing