number When we all see, see the same, see the same way One man saw a million men standing in peaceful grace One man saw nobody missing work Telling lots of bad
time to heal For as men invest in money And professors in what they know God invests in mercy Like winter invests in snow [THE WISDOM OF SNOW] [Instrumental
the device, turnin' grown men into mice I can flip funk back and forth, forth and back Ride more super rhymes against the track, tell 'em Mack I got Bad
men, signed a deal or two And all I ever got from them is the sho-biz blues I got hot chicks down in texas, no work in alabam' Snowed in out on belibor
my play pen show ya how to skate when skatin call me the train's mrs. or you can call me the train's men cause i ride tracks like old men & I'm in it
red man's face So they lived in the hills and they never came down But to trade in the white man's place It was early in the spring when the snow had
out of Kankakee And moves along past houses farms and fields Passing trains that have no name and freighyards full of old black men And the graveyards
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run
ear The hobo talked to the still white form His pal for many a year (Spoken) For a mighty long time, we've rambled, Jack With the luck of men that roam
Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight You don't want to work, you want to live like a king But the big, bad world doesn
You ever had a day like I had today When things are stacked up bad? yeah You look around and every face you see Seems guaranteed to send you mad And
father's side Across the smoking battle ground Where red and white men lay all around So many here had died The wind had scattered around Snow white
of it. REFRAIN 1 SHE: He was a man who was very fond of , women. She was a girl who was very fond of men. She had a taste for both corpulent and slim men
the men She desired. MEN Four? QUEENIE Now you're knocking on wood Well, I adore men So bring me more men. MEN She never inquired Of the men she desired
the killing fields Winter melts the snow and knees will crack on rock And the iron on earth beneath the dearth bequeathed Mailshots by men of such opinion
Good solid build, this ripe young kid has sharpened up for killing men. polished new shoes and uniform not a bad sort "just came here on a whim" And now
snow, I'm calling my noise (? ) Losing my words thru the crack in my voice Lock up my house and don't come on my bed I'm good for myself and bad to your
hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes [saying:] I gotta go; I gotta go, the bomb in the bread basket are ready to blow in this town of men
