: The man in 119 takes his tea all alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women
blowin through the air such a natural mystic blowin through the air (verse 2) this could be the first trumpet quite as well could be the last watch di wicked dreadful man
, sing with me can't you see I'm following the rainbow kissed strands of your magic carol Follow your joyful song anywhere, anywhere my raggedy magical music man
happy man, or is this sinking sand Was it all worth it, was it all worth it Yeah, now hear my story, let me tell you about it We bought a drum kit, I blew my own trumpet
Hubbard trumpet notes Cannonball Adderley Eddie Harris Mill Jackson like Ron Carter's basslines will beat you like a backspin yeah like a backspin we got the jazz my man
man undone He'd give you his soul If you asked him for some A child in his way for he needs to believe That love is a song for each man to sing The man
man undone He'd give you his soul if you asked him for some A child in his way for he needs to believe That love is a song For each man to sing The man
do, So you want to be loving Say it out now If you need to be holier still The man on the right is a man undone He'd give you his soul If you asked him
comin' home now This can't be happenin' to me This is just a dream The preacher man said, "Let's bow our heads and pray" Lord, please lift his soul and
born from woman We born, from the spirit, of life and all our flesh remains And not, by the flesh of man and not by the flesh of man Do not believe that
how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls
To be seen by the eyes of man When heaven and earth are hand in hand Thy will be done Damn get set for damage Prepare the soul To control and manage
MAN WAS THERE BUT HIS MONEY, HAD MELTED AND VANISHED AWAY, A PAUPER STOOD THERE IN THE JUDGEMENT, HIS DEBTS WERE TOO MANY TO PAY. THE GREAT MAN WAS THERE
, man? Hey Dice, man what the fuck are you in there doin', man? The fuckin' board's smokin'there's all this type of fire and shit, man I know your budget
, show down, diamond head creek bed The fugitive pugilist Luminous, anonymous Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious Heal like the hands of a medicine man
black genicides In other words I apologize Not for telling the truth, but about the lifestyle I glorified Now everlying I have heard and seen much shit But through it all man
your lot But a younger man's just taken on your job We've all got long term contracts with the man upstairs But who's picking up the options on our souls
The man in 119 takes his tea all alone Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries I'm hearing opera through the door The souls of men and women, impassioned
