Oh Sleeping Bear! Ran to the top and got scared of what i could see. Oh Lamb of god! Tell us your perfect design and give us the rod. Oh Sturgeon Bay
Oh, sleeping bear Ran to the top and got scared Of what I could see Oh, Lamb of God Tell us your perfect design And give us the rod Oh, Sturgeon Bay
Oh Sleeping Bear! Ran to the top and got scared of what I could see. Oh Lamb of God! Tell us your perfect design and give us the rod. Oh Sturgeon
翻訳: スフィアンスティーヴンス. 眠れる森のクマ、スーセントマリー.
: Oh Sleeping Bear! Ran to the top and got scared of what I could see. Oh Lamb of God! Tell us your perfect design and give us the rod. Oh Sturgeon
Oh, it's fiddle-de-dum and fiddle-de-dee, The dancing bear ran away with me; For the organ-grinder he came to town With a jolly old bear in a coat of
Honey is for bees silly bear Besides there's jellybeans everywhere It's not what it seems in the land of dreams Don't worry your head just go to sleep
is for bees silly bear And besides there's jellybeans everywhere It's not what it seems in the land of dreams Don't worry your head just go to sleep
never be satisfied Reclining in slippers by the fireside With a wife's constant nagging for things that you can't provide Who no longer bears resemblance
bears must object When talk comes to the joys of winter, they must interject Hibernating in the snow just isn't where it's at Because sleeping makes
a rich man Turning on a garden hose I see a young man picking up a gun I guess that's where the money goes, yeah Am I just as good as a bad man Sleeping
beautiful day I'm free as a mother fucking bird I swear Dissappearantly in air There go game nigga where Hosted on the block In the black ass In that all black phantom hug a block like a bear
I know you'd like to hear a song that sings everything's alright the temperature is warm the fire horses sleep so gently comes the night.. Now close
Well, I'm stranded in the city that never sleeps Some of these women they just give me the creeps I'm avoidin' the south side, the best I can These memories
of every tree bearing the wrong fruit Turning me ill, let him who stole, no longer steal Oh, it's real, surrender for Jehovah is real How long will you sleep
to muscle through? And try to rearrange your stuff? But when the wounds are deep enough, And it's all that we can bear, We wrap ourselves in prayer.
don't have to go You're feeling sad, you're feeling lonely And no one seems to care You're mother's gone and your father hits you This pain you cannot bear
