We explore the men's room We don't give a shit Ladies lost electricity Take vows inside of it Desire to dance, too startled to try Wrap my legs 'round
Easter Sunday, we were walking Easter Sunday, we were talking Isabel, my little one, take my hand Time has come Isabella, all is glowing Isabella, all
Raise the sky We got to fly over the land, over the sea Fate unwinds and if we die, souls arise God, do not seize me please till victory Take arms, take
Every Sunday I will go down to the bar And leave him the guitar You say you want me I want another Say you dream of me Dream of your brother Oh, the
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes
(Greg) Won't you try to come down They all said they'd be here You know you've been to every gathering Stretching out the years You haven't said anything
Red and green was the color of her dress Manipulation Pale blue was the color of her eyes Manipulation Yellow yellow, was her hair Orange sunburst, red
Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go. Head for the hills pick up steel on your way. And when you find a piece of them in your site, fire at
Engine's running hot But now it's burnin' down Everyone says that this is going well But I can hear every sound Four gray walls Make it all seem right
In your easter bonnet with all the frills upon it You'll be the grandest lady in the Easter parade I'll be all in clover and when they look you over I
Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground, your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap
A ghost of a mist was on the field The gray and the green together The noise of a distant farm machine Out of the first light came A tattered necklace
Attention, Attention This is an EO-service announcement (*1) All of the dirty words since reports and persons in this song Do not mirror historic or true
Attentie attentie Hier volgt een EO-dienst mededeling Al de in dit nummer voorkomende vunzige taal sedert uitspraken of personen Berusten niet op historische
Guess I'm filled with the Christmas spirit Celebrate a jolly man in red Hope my kids don't find out Santa Clause isn't real Maybe I should have told them
I may beg Beg for money I may lie an lay my body down Sell what I would give with love One day before Easter comes But I won't let Jesus find me I walk
Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking--he's stalking devils of flesh. Rides through the streets instead of walking. I think his holy story is
The line of traffic comes to a stand still For the love King, out in the morning air I find a place I started from The wild is calling, this time I follow
