Lyrics by Don Chaffer. Music by Kenny Carter. 1/27-2/8/99 Wichita, KS. . We're gonna take Jericho. by blowin them horns. We're gonna take Jericho. by blowin them horns.
The house is silent I can't hear a sound. Only hearing my hair grow and hit the ground. They've all grown or they just packed up and left. Left me with these years unfortunate.
Hey man what's the scam don't you ever understand. Don't you, don't you, don't you understand. Thinking about, thinking about, thinking about nothing.
Dont you, dont you?. Don't you too?. . Hey man, whats the scam, dont you ever understand?. Dont you, dont you, dont you understand?. Dont you understand?.
Where did you go I counted all the way to ten. You were nowhere around. Wrapped my eyes with both my hands stood and listened. Nowhere around. . Made my peace with myself now I'm gonna find you.
Why do you bring me so much hatred. C'mon keep it together. Or have I lost all of the patience. I need to keep it together. Information holds the weather.
Things look cold for young John Morgan. We were dying all around him. Wise, the wise, our young John Morgan sing. Will we feed us all away?. . Were all heroes.
And I said no to all the men I've come across. Through the years I've been living strong and today. I'm not afraid of love a different shade. So much that light could never hope to travel through.
It started in a movie. Where he, he sailed around the world. And the dream became and she called it love. She dreamed that she'd be rescued. Yeah she, she wanted to be saved.
They're still building roads in themselves. And we can see them all if we start driving now. And we'll do all our thinking out loud. And wait for daylight.
Now I'm working for the school. I try my best to look cool. Are there drugs going down?. Must find out I'll hang around. Principal's my best friend. I do a job that never ends.
I've been trying to break the chains. Keep the edge on me. I'm winning the fight. But I know inside. Got to do what's right. Stay drug-free. There might be time.
The sound of. revolution. It's coming again from the streets. A lion's roar, a tribal beat. It's time for you to give a hand. And fight the battle to the promised land.
In the jungle mist. Going back many years. In a lost land. The beast stalked its prey. And where are your dreams now?. Are your souls locked away?. In the garden so many people trying to be.