but the door won't shut 'Cause the truth just keeps comin' out like blood from a cut Chorus You can try to sweeten dirty water up with grenadine But I can still read
Me and my children Together once in a while We go walking and talking Seeing them smile and Run and play Reading their minds Ever growing wiser What to
semi-automatic load the pipe up nigga B-Ville crime boss, I'll knock your top off Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh BIA BIATCH! Look
Oh, but they're weird and they're wonderful Oh, Bennie she's really keen She's got electric boots, a mohair suit You know I read it in a magazine B-
Well, oh, well I feel I'm in decay John Laws is on the air again It's heavy traffic, jacarandas Eye in the sky and foot on ground I see a million sand
't believe she wrote it So, I read it over again An' when I was finished A-tears stream down like rain The more I read this doggone letter The more
sport But now you're caught up in the undertow You never knew a man could sink so low But now you know 'cause you're John Doe In a black bag a tag on
an electronic Bible Listenin' to the parade going by And the bass drum is poundin', the trumpets are bleatin' And he's reading a verse from St. John
ace Ghost Queen, couldn't even Jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk I'm up at the Wu library readin' Malcolm's, 'Any Means Necessary' John John
Ghost Queen, couldn't even jack Monk Probably find him in Doc Doom's back trunk Bdoodoodoo, I'm up at the Wu library Readin' Malcolm's, "Any Means Necessary" John John
to do, you see. Questioner: so you're putting courage, also, into the world? John: we hope so. Yoko: i hope so. John: okay. Stay in bed! John:
my life and this is how it reads A documentary that nobody believes Albert Steptoe in Gone With The Breeze Mother played by Peter Beardsley, father by John
up and now You can stay You can stay But you belong to me You belong to me If it hurts to breathe Open the window Hold my mind What's the read What
the moment is the beauty sadly lost Sadly lost So I went around to your house Over tea and gin we talked about the things we read In Luke and John,
and only John would work as well So they left him laying where he fell the day John Henry died John Henry was a steel-driving bastard But John Henry
away It is clear that one can see through a day And i may have met my match Completely unattached with noone noone noone on whom to rely Let's sing that song well I didn't read
in's right I've gone along with the sins that are versions of you But guidelines were all i had time to get through It's like reading of love that's