hostage guiding yet pushed beneath the crazes climate Hiding behind the levy while the stubborn rivers rise and feel this I wish heavenly brevity centered hate pedigrees instead of dead
Our lives are hanging in the balance Or they're dangling by a thread A spark of life brought down from an angel To raise the stranger from the dead Once
While I go over it in my head Walk through those doors and stand there staring And there ain't one soul that's in there dead My hand stays out, I keep
Roses are red The seed has been spread Three can keep a secret If two of them's dead Blood on their hands Cuts family bands Not enough life without Been
in a long haired rock 'n' roll band Through the years and miles between us it's been a long and lonely ride But if I got that call in the dead of the
Havin' a nationwide festival for fourteen days and nights Ah, there's fifty four bands on a river boat spot in the lights Hundred of vans and tents all
I swear it's heaven Oh, sweet Mary Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that band In rivers
She was old, and beautiful, and wise, and She taught the young boy everything he needed to know. All about the land, and the woods and the rivers, and
to the band and rise up Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Rise up your dead Oh, come on the
Yeah How 'bout a little fiddle? That sounds good Cut off Wranglers an' bikinis on the Rarrow Bridge Dive into the river then climb up an' jump again
el dorado grande She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun" From small things, mama, big things one day come She shot him dead
I walked green miles of jungle I walked through yellow miles of pain I crossed starvation's desert watched dead rivers swell with rain the song of
The dying light was nearly dead by the time we reached the water's edge. We saw the river beating on the river bank Oh the way that it (something)
me and you So happy christmas I love you baby I can see a better time When all our Dreams come true They've got cars Big as bars They've got rivers
offer, you can never refuse We got Patrick Williams, Bill Miller playing that piano And this great big band, bringing up the rear All the band cats, in this band
-head, duct tape, now torcher Vet kid responsible, word is his mouth leaked Claimin peace, cousin he lyin, hit him on south street Hit him once we dead
The dying light was nearly dead by the time we reached the water's edge. We saw the river beating on the river bank Oh the way that it (something) the
eye for eye It's open season Dictate to my reason She devils ruling Britain Hey girl stick it in your purse Call it treason Band aids on dead doorways