Rifles At Recess Lyrics
Rifles At Recess Lyrics
"Custom Made Backstabber Lyrics"
I Scream Up To The Sky Lyrics
I scream up to the sky that I've not cracked under I have a pure mind with hate and rage in my blood
paralyzing prophecies sleep in the throats of saints who spun the sun while time
stood , stood still the dreaded tears of the spiritual have reduced the angels to
rust who in turn gouged their eyes blind with sharpened halo's.the sky ra
smoke on their heads and they fled to hide their shame in the shadows of wings.
thieves on the thrones had no trouble wishing slumber under plastic crowns as they
mocked deadly desire. bookshelves of blank pages bibles lined t
third class gods who had no history . they were messiahs in no ones eyes , not even
blinded angelic ones.they begged to hang on homemade crosses and spit at the
onlookers who bit their tongues behind smiling lips.and
I scream up to the sky that I've not cracked under I have a pure mind with hate and rage in my blood
paralyzing prophecies sleep in the throats of saints who spun the sun while time
stood , stood still the dreaded tears of the spiritual have reduced the angels to
rust who in turn gouged their eyes blind with sharpened halo's.the sky ra
Raglan Road Lyrics
Traditional, words by Patrick Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,
ined down Traditional, words by Patrick Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,
smoke on their heads and they fled to hide their shame in the shadows of wings.
thieves on the thrones had no trouble wishing slumber under plastic crowns as they
mocked deadly desire. bookshelves of blank pages bibles lined t
Final Day Lyrics
When the rich die last Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world l
he trophy rooms of When the rich die last Like the rabbits Running from a lucky past Full of shadow cunning And the world l
third class gods who had no history . they were messiahs in no ones eyes , not even
blinded angelic ones.they begged to hang on homemade crosses and spit at the
onlookers who bit their tongues behind smiling lips.and
The One Lyrics
Well I'm, I'm Mr. Lonely I'm Mr. Caught up in between Well you, my only sunshine My good and bad timesthey fled to hide their
shame in the shadows of wings. satisfaction the size of cathedrals blanketed their
wounds from view and not a word was said because we knew that both the mime and the martyr helped us buy the nails.
Well I'm, I'm Mr. Lonely I'm Mr. Caught up in between Well you, my only sunshine My good and bad times
shame in the shadows of wings. satisfaction the size of cathedrals blanketed their
wounds from view and not a word was said because we knew that both the mime and the martyr helped us buy the nails.