Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon Virgin Mother and Child. Holy Infant so tender and mild. Sleep in Heavenly peace. Sleep in Heavenly peace.
Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting by the bed. There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head. There's devils on each side of you with bottles in their hands.
I shot an ol' bottle with my favorite gun just last night. It shattered and the sound made me feel like the king I am. The neighbors all heard and got scared.
Lets get honest, lets get real. Lets get humble, Spirit of God is here. Hes a fire to be feared, Spirit of God is here. He is here. . Lets awake our souls and make a path.
Old Clive was a rooftop rider,. big dreams, but a bigger tow,. cut loose for the great wide open,. still runnin' from his soul.. . Well, he knew there'd be no dreams in the meadowlands..
[CHORUS: CRAW]. All I wanna do is,. Run from this spot like I don't really need this,. Everybody all up in my face for no reason,. I'm pacing, I'm wheezing,.
[CHORUS: CRAW]. I pissed on a cop today,. Shook off my dick and I walked away,. They say somethings got to change,. But I aint seen nothing, just the same ol' same,.
If you find me sleepin'. In the shade dear. Will you promise to bring me. All your sweetness. . All my plans are hangin'. In the palms dear. All my thoughts are lost.
Look around you, do you see?. Can't get a grip on what I need. Stomp me, kick me down. . Turn on me like a dying disease. Can't get a fix what's killing me.
I can sense this feeling coming over me. Kind of scary, please tell me what it might be. Starting to feel a little distant now. Wonder why it's time to leave this place.
System, system, system - death in life. System, system, system - the surgeons knife. System, system, system - hacking at the cord. System, system, system - a child is born.
You can swear by who the fuck you like,. But you're still on the roof.. . I'm not gonna change the system,. They're not gonna change the system,. We're not gonna change the system,.
Do you really believe in Buddha? Buddha sucks. Do you really believe in Jesus? Jesus fucks. Chorus: Is it alright really? It is alright really?. Is it working?.
They ask me why I'm hateful, why I'm bad. They tell me I got things they never had. They tell me go to church and see the light. Cos the good lord's always right.
The true romance is the ideal repression. That you seek, that you dream of, that you look for in the streets. That you find in the magazines, the cinema, the glossy shops.
Roll up, roll up, to the land of dreams.. We weave and spin a web of fantasy.. We touch on the pain and fear...... Then whisk you back to the consumer world..
Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands. Fucking sheep in the homelands, her majesty's forces are coming. Sheep farming in the Falklands, re-arming in the fucklands.
Shaved women collaborators. . Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,. Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies, Screaming babies,.
Feathers burn so easily, the cat is blinded in the garden, last vision the lark is flame.. The cattle shed gives off the smell of sunday kitchen, the gentle eye, the dispensable perfection..
I've been trying to forget you. But somehow I can't seem. To let you forget about me. 'Cause you've moved on to better things. . I've been lying in his gutter.