and bird or beast, oh Look at what the light did now Shiny little band or golden fleece, oh Look at what the light did now (Chorus): Look at what the light did now
As I look around at all these smiling faces I don't trust them, I've got no one to depend on [Chorus] Ain't got nobody to depend on, no tengo nade Don
For what I've done [THUY] You must decide upon Which side you're really on You whored to make this kid [KIM] That isn't what I did Don't touch my son
killin', Three 6 killin' What else will I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck If you are naughty or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights
now, but perhaps I shall wait till the postman comes for toast and - With notes of the obsequies at 12 - With your teeth on edge at the faint sound of the swans charging at
For reasons unknown that I now forget I gave you no love, which I now regret What I'd give to hear again Those everlasting songs Why did all the accidents
oh. Right. It swells. Uhmm. Ok. Well. And so the end starts with this...this piece called "the lark ascending." Uhmm now what is...what is the lark? Is
I'm not hungry "O, we meant beaten" Silver stream, silvery scream, Impossible concentration Here come the comedians Look at them smile Watch them dance An indian mile Look at
open Keeps me firm of what I gots to do off in the studio To get my old burd back on her feet And my little bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Mark
fly There are no wings more weighted I too have felt a heaviness The stare of man guessing at my being Yes I am homeless A homeless man making offerings
looking down at the lights of the buildings. She was looking down at the lights of the boats on the water. She was looking down at the lights. You could
wonders when they look at, look at you Look at you baby, look at you baby In the middle of the dance floor lights shinin' in my face Twistin', shoutin
And you've got to play the game you know. When you're born in a trunk at the Princess Theatre in Pocatello, Idaho. At first I just stood and watched from the wings
girl looks tight But something don't seem right, what's on the inside? That looks good but what's on the inside? What's on the other side? What's on the flip? Tell me what
more (keep looking I keep looking) Yeah (I keep looking keep looking I keep lokoing) Yeah I'm looking for some thing more (I keep looking) Hey (I keep looking
and now, the best, the primus Number Nine of eleven little littermates, feeling almighty, is after my throne. 0:53 In the bright daylight, little Number
