Can't wait until you come next time. 'Cause wasting time with you is so fine. Nothing else occupies my mind. 'Cause lying here with you girl's so damn awesome.
Every product you buy, do you know who you've supported?. Ever dollar spent, do you know who you've exploited?. Every dollar spent compounds capitalist tyranny.
Manufactured boys and girls of today. Do exactly what they're told there is no other way. Then to sign their lives to the higher authority. No self awareness that is the key.
Michael Card. Chorus 1. Crown Him, Crown Him, the angry people did cry. Crown Him, Crown Him, let Him be crucified. Crown Him, Crown Him, let Him not remain alive.
Michael Card. From the pages of the prophets. He stepped out into the world. And walked the earth in lowly majesty. For He had been creator. A creature now was He.
Care Bear Countdown, 4, 3, 2, 1. Who's that comin' from somewhere up in the sky?. Moving fast and bright as a firefly. Just when you think the trouble's gonna pounce.
Michael Card. I Corinthians 1:19-25. In the ebb and flow of living. As we wander through the years. We're told to listen to a voice. We can't here with our ears.
Michael Card. Come to the table and savor the sight. The wine and the bread that was broken. And all have been welcomed to come if they might. Accept as their own these two tokens.
Michael Card. Phillippians 2:6-11. Who being in vary nature God. Would not grasp equality with Him. But made Himself nothing. And took up a servant's nature.
Crazy, but that's how it goes. Millions of people living as fools. Maybe it's not too late. To learn how to love. And forget how to hate. . Mental wounds not healing.
(Cow Moo). It's been said, keep your head. my therapy is a wooden shed. gave and inch and you took my yard. now the mowing is twice as hard. I guess that's o.k. but next time.
I raced along an empty highway. I chased the dawn and cursed the new day. Out of town. Till nobody was around. . Love came along, my favorite enemy. We hit head on why you befriended me?.
Please break away. Afraid you'll fray out on the game to shake change. They turn to graze and chase their shadows straight out of town. Grab a seat, here's a retreat to reckon with - please raise your glass.
A monster used to chase me. Used to jump from the top of my stairs. I used to sit in the rain on the wet leaves. On top of the shed roof. (If my mother knew).
There's a place we hide true selves. Shine them into golden awe. Clandestine, I, charade, shadow the midnight. Hide, muddle the meaning, Hide, muddle the meaning.
She longs for peace, it's her revenge. She's a stark white pale horse rider and hell's just around the bend. She's kids to raise, she got bills to feed.
Call my friends to share some wine. To share some laughs and last goodbyes. My photographs of these years. Will make me laugh through the tears. . What are the odds, what are the odds?.
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die. It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye. If beauty is only skin deep. Then thankfully I am blind. Cross my heart and hope to die.
(Solo: Intumescence of pulverized piles). Wart-encrusted sebaceous growth. Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast. Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away.
Excised and anatomized, Deviscerated disarray. The torso diverged with pride. Deftly amputated, avulsed limbs now defunct. The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lungs.