breath And set their sights on something new while there's still something left The poets and the dreamers thank the stars above For leaving hatred in the dust and
thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met
us no reward when her false idols fall And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating Between the King and the Queen of Swords.
streets of Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and
roulette He drank Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread, Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole He stole a Rolls Royce and
know that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace. Well, the howling wolf will howl tonight, the king snake will crawl, Trees that've stood for a thousand years
that day comes that we walk down the aisle She'll make me feel like a prince, a lord or a king She likes to wear her stripe with her plaids And she won
like Lion King! Two by two And now it's time to go Our paths have been revealed so let's start the show Our shirts are clean and pressed And our haircuts
some of the christmas' with my husband We were married 17 years and 15 of those years We spent every Christmas the same way It was God, love, and our children And
and I Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel Born is the King of Israel [Repeat out:] This is the time of year To spread a little joy and cheer Remembering the newborn King
years or more When a great big ship sailed into the bay "It's my son Ted with his legs away" Then up comes Ted without any legs And in their place are
the land of king dollar Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor And all the hatred and dirty little lies Been written off the books and into
, When the jester sang for the King and Queen, In a coat he borrowed from James Dean, And a voice that came from you and me; Ah but while the King was
Emmanuel The son of God, here born to bleed A crown of thorns would pierce His brow And we beheld this offering Exalted now the King of kings Praise
old barn where someone was king White washed city halls surrounded by the proceeds Old woman janitor, whose wishes are gold Forget all the good years,
s unclear Let's look into the mind's realities I'm there, except I don't have long hair The Frankenstein implied with Shelley And you're there, with arguments and
the paint. - And I'm blocking you out! So run for the hills and hide in the can. We just put the mic' down - and be that fan. (and be that fan!) With
and done get splitten You corrosin' on the floor, shaken and snake bitten You in a cold sweat like James of the names you knew Don't mean shit to me and