Chorus 1. How could it be this baby in my arms. Sleeping now, so peacefully. The Son of God, the angel said. How could it be. Lord I know He's not my own.
Jesus loves me, I know it's true. Because He died for me and He died for you. When I think of all the pain that He went through. I want the world to know and I want to shout the news.
A fire, a light, a shining star. A sign to those who'd journey far. A token from the the King of Heaven. A spark as to the Light of the World. . A beacon burning in the night.
Fear myself and nobody else. Born of innocence - you and me. The struggle to know - who to be. Society's forcing you to be rotten. All morals have been forgotten.
Judy Teen, the queen of the scene, she's rag doll amore. Verbal slang, American twang, you dare not ignore. In from New York, prompted her to talk of superballs.
From the red dust north of Dalmore Downs. Sharman's tents roll into town. Twelve will face the auctioneer. Sharman's Boxers stand their ground. Their days are darker than your nights.
Many songs I've written. About the things I saw. My inner soul's a wasteland. I can't run away from here. Try to find them. All the lost thoughts in my mind.
(featuring Geneveese & X-1). . This is as close you gon' get to the streets without gettin shot. . [Chorus]. In the streets. Cock guns and bust yo' heat.
(J.. Fauque/E. Monet). Joe s'est tanqué au vert, pas d'erreur. L'ami nous mit dans l'horreur. Rouge est son cou, leur couleur, couleur. La vie quelle blague, Joe conduit sa Jag'.
J'attends la nuit. J'attends que l'on m'efface. Je laisse sur le lit les traces de mon insomnie. J'attends ainsi que mes amours se lassent aussi. Pas d'envies, pas d'avis ce soir.
(S. Davids/T. Lacroix/E. Monet). Le mal est entr. Meilleur ennemi. Il sait m'abandonner. Me ramener prs de lui. Je n'veux pas rester sage. J'aime le souffre et l'envie.
Just when you're thinkin' things over. And you need a set of vows. And all your friends seem disappointed. To see the sun going down. And when the sweetness you're saving.
Searching for the very souls who?ve already been sold. Go on your way accordingly my son. I will privately accept you and together we will fly away. To another land.
I'm just lookin' to see what I'm missing. You startin' the riot. Ten green bottles have flown off the hillside. You're too young to stay quiet. . Find a seat on your own train.
Leave us, I'm in heaven and. I can't believe I'm watching you. When everything you float upon. Comes down to soon. . Jesus hairdo. I mean we all live in America.
Spice here's go them niggas yo. Hit that shit hit that shit.. We all niggas going down where the fuck ya all going down.. . Damn ain't this a bitch ya all got me fucked up.
What's the reason for me to be this way?. I'm lying on the floor. I've broken through some door. I don't know how I came to this. There is blood lust in my eyes.
I, I am a bastard son. Conceived of a hundred men. Now I'm the Chosen One. Back, looking back. Father William called me Johnny. But my mother called me Jack.
Dashing through the snow. . Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh. Hey, jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
Dashing through the snow.. . Jingle bells, Jingle bells,. Jingle all the way.. Oh, what fun it is to ride. In a one horse open sleigh.. Hey!. . Jingle bells, Jingle bells,.