with one hand Now cross over the other hand and grab the other buttcheek & now move it in time with the trumpet Princess: Candy cone lick it til it's
sledge hammers Smille candid cameras goddess in zoom lenses un claimed taxes sittin in new benzes Champaigne drenches the loafers the bosses lord forgive me theres blood diamonds in These crosses
girl is still down like shes fucking John B And when i go dumb, i tend to do dumb shit I just listen back and now I'm soundin' like a trumpet This for
cost To reject this world, to embrace the Cross And one by one let us live our lives For the One who died to give us life Till the trumpet sounds on
It is well, it is well with my soul My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thoughts My sin not in part but the whole A nail to the cross and I'll bear
Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell
she goes again John Wilmot penned his poetry riddled with the pox Nabokov wrote on index cards, at a lectern, in his socks St. John of the Cross did
of Revelations When the Seven Seals are broken open on the Day of Judgment And the seven angels blow their trumpets When the third angel blows her trumpet
Mutilated on the cross Blackness covered the bastards flesh Hear the trumpets of hell See the fire through my eyes Black winged angel Reborn in chaos
Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow Say, "
[ trumpet ] Now the morning sun streaks across my room And I'm wakened up from another dream of you Yes I'm on the road once again it seems All I've left
town to see and hear Squawking just as noisily as they can And each loud pa-pa-gee! pa-pa-gaack! pa-pa-gee! pa-pa-gaack! Would land like a trumpet on
girl was no good for me But I was lost like a slave that no man could free At break of day when that man drove away, I was waiting I cross the street
When I hear that trumpet sound I will lay my burdens down I will lay them deep into the ground Then I'll know that I am glory bound I'll be travelling
on his way You better change your way of livin' I hope your soul is saved If you want to go with Jesus on that Judgment Day When Gabriel makes his trumpet
crossroads Little kids sellin' crack at the crossroads Let me stab you in the back at the crossroads Everybody's gettin' jacked at the crossroads Violins and trumpets
was writing to her sweetheart cross the foam May God protect you darling over there To say how much she wish that he were there Silver dew on the blue grass... [ trumpet
down to my shoulders But brother don't you be afraid, no Don't judge me ?cause I look this way It don't matter at all to the old rugged cross I'm a
