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It's a song about a dream
Well i'm lying in my bed
The blanket is warm
This body will never be safe from harm...
There's the moon asking to stay
Long enough for the clouds to fly me away
Well it's my time coming, i'm not afraid to die
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then i'll go ...
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac...
Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress
Oh......
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do ya?
Looking out the door i see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with...
He bear her off, he bear her down
He bear her into an orchard ground
Lu Li Lu Lay
Lu Li Lu Lay
The falcon hath...
Eternal Life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play...
There is a child sleeping near his twin
The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
That dark angel he is shuffling in ...
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You got your 24 swastika tattoo yesterday
[inaudible]
You got your 24 karat gold pierced earring in your nose.
Twenty-four years and you still don't know which way the wind blows.
You got no...you got no
You know when [inaudible] disease [inaudible] violence
[inaudible] wish away your parents.
You got yourself a girl with the face and the voice of a whore.
You don't want a phone.
But, you don't know what you kill yourself for anymore.
You got no...you got no...you got no...you got no
You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin
You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no soul.
You call yourself a rebel but you call that man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but a woman [inaudible] like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you don't talk, act, walk and piss like they do
You got no room, no soul, no out, no phone
So whadya got? A God to pray to?
You got no...you got no...you got no
You're no soul rebel if you spit on your sister
You're no soul rebel with your boot on your shin
You no soul rebel, it's your last chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no
You call yourself a rebel but you call a man a nigger like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you put your woman down like they do
You call yourself a rebel but you rape, scheme and lie like they do
You got no woman, no song, no drone
So what have you got, a God to pray to?
You got no...you got no...you got no...you got no
You're no soul rebel if you rip on your skin
You're no soul rebel with your boot in your shin
You no soul rebel, it's your own chance to fight
You're just the same as those fat old bastards you hate with no
You got no...you got no...you got no
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