歌詞:
Song The Sage

: No man nor a god, with a sword he carved With a feather he conjured An instrument from the bone of fish A kantele from the jaws of a pike Sat on a

No man nor a god, with a sword he carved With a feather he conjured An instrument from the bone of fish A kantele from the jaws of a pike Sat on a golden

Walking from the past But I don't think I've said my goodbyes Sometimes I just find That they keep sneaking up from behind Closing up the wounds

the cobras, it's Priest and SoulStice We came to teach the culture We can stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen

sorry now So you can sing your song, you can get it wrong You can kiss the rock of ages And in your wildest dreams, you might see between The fires and the sages

get away with moider [Lisa] Teach us songs and magic tricks [Homer] Might I add, no fat chicks! [Marge] Homer! [Lisa] The nanny we want is kindly and sage

gotta see that purple sage I've got to roll with one more stage Before this worn out western movie ends Lord I used to ride so high They wrote songs

Done fingernails and their toes as well I dig a big boned chick, but that's just me I like my baby phat, like Amora Lee E-D, I'ma sage, I hit 'em with

Where the creature It'll be like lovers For the rest of our lives No run around Think twice, twice They'll take the walk (We'll sage the world) We'll sage