That I had seen it all My eyes popped out, my dick got hard And I dropped my jaw I saw a bird walkin down the block Name Apache Rose Peacock I could
To a song dissolved in the dawn (Michael, Michael) The music hall a costly bow The music all is lost for now To a muted trumpeter swan (Michael, Michael
you feel it? How do I know it's true? The downtown lights Neons, every cigarettes, the rented rose and rented cars The crowded streets, the empty bars Chimney tops, the trumpets
you follow me down to the rose parade? Won't you follow me down to the rose parade? Won't you follow me down to the rose parade? Trumpet has obviously
could it be? Oh it's a bunch of roses Woo wee I'm happy It's from you as I thought My heart goes wow! Trumpets blare pow! The pizzicato strings go doo
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose No bigger than a bubby's thumb. Medieval dublet, elk horn ornamented woodland trumpet, Cradling your musket son. Harlequin
banded I'd like to throw this trumpet down and go empty handed The part of the virgin has been taken So let me throw this trumpet down and go empty
I had seen it all My eyes popped out, my dick got hard And I dropped my jaw I saw a bird walkin' down the block Her name, Apache Rose Peacock I could
When King Jesus calls His children home When they plant me like a seed in the ground In silent sleep beneath some mossy mound I'll be like a rose just
first time I was first-born to a parade That follows in rows Down a narrow cold black river Faceless shadows movin' slow I would move swift when The sounds of a trumpet
first time I was first-born to a parade that follows in rows down a narrow cold black river faceless shadows movin' slow I would move swift when the sounds of a trumpet
Mama open up the room lock Sip sip I'm going to the moon dock He gives to me, buckles off shingles Off a cockleshell on Norway basin Coke and tuna Boots and roses
Bartender bring the bottles of Rose That bitch like me but I don't give a fuck Bitch nigga smelling like good weed Crush the hashish Look I don't give
I was, to where the wishers wish but missers miss, I slept through my appointment. Saw the liquid dreams of a thousand babies solidifyA and picked a rose
a song to sing He died, He's our guide, we call Him Christ A Man, a hill, a Cross and a price The King of Kings, Rose of Sharon, the Savior of men He
Angels announce with trumpets Crown you with jewels and stars Hercules lives next door to Venus and mars Beside your pretty blue shoulder Something may
will be all right It will be all right The downtown lights (*Repeat) Neons and cigarettes The rented rose and rented cars The crowded streets,the empty bars Chimney tops,the trumpets
