I quickly learned to kneel All I need is one good nights sleep In your loving arms, to mend We sleep to dream And we dream to live Will I live to love
And I quickly learned to kneel All I need is one good nights sleep In your loving arms, to mend We sleep to dream And we dream to live Will I live to
apples at dead whores [Chorus x2: Warcloud] Throwin' mad axes, heavy sawed-off shotty Old liquid foot, powder foot, chopped up the body Great Warcloud
no different than the average girl My dreams wrap around the world And I'll be living somewhere in France When my dreams come true There'll be a big
Hey, look, yo No castaway, no survivor I ain't lost and this ain't shipwrecked I feel small in this big wide world And mommy ain't said, 'Honey, I shrunk
Great ocean of pain Bloodbucket of grief Roaring mouthgaped O Of disappointment and despair Will not then exist And we shall smile We shall smile as big As the big
invented myself; I have created myself; I am just a form of dream English, words stretched with skin and fear. From my eyes in my skull my father observes this immense and kaleidoscopic dream
home Smoking cigarettes and drinking tea We were so happy there, talk our lives away Talking 'bout our hopes and all our dreams Till you came round one day with your great big
wanna be" I look at the sky, the grass, and the trees And all the neat things living in the sea Ask myself, "How could this be?" God made this so great
, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight You don't want to work, you want to live like a king But the big, bad world
no different than the average girl My dreams wrap around the world And I'll be living somewhere in France When my dreams come ttue There'll be a big
a great big smile, written on my face How can it be I am burstin' at the seams, I can't keep it in I can dance, I can breathe, I can live what I believe
pretty diamond rings No fur coat no man's dough I don't need none of those things I don't want a great big mansion and care yacht on wide sea A little
Rock on, to the break of dawn Freak on to the early morn Khadafi and Sue-kwon, you got it goin on To my man Big Shawn, you got it goin on, now, yo You
a big sting on my little ding-a-ling Oh man I screamed and I cried Mom said you?ll live, but the bee died I?m sure that he would rather be alive But he lived
Words and Music Chris Foster copyright 2003 Chris Foster Music Publishing What was known as a modern day marvel A great railroad that crossed over sea
