by Sweet Honey In the Rock on album Still on the Journey
In the morning when I rise / In the morning when I rise In the morning when I rise / Give me Jesus Give me Jesus / Give me Jesus You can have all this world / But give me Jesus And when I am alon
by Party in the USA on album I Love USA - Patriotic Independence Memorial Veteran's Presidents Labor Day & 4th of July in America
I hopped off the plane at L. X. With a dream and my cardigan Welcome to the land of fame excess (whoa), Am I gonna fit in? Jumped in the cab, Here I am for the first time Look to my right and I see th
by Dying Fetus on album Destroy the Opposition
The media is a tool designed to mold us into slaves Drugging us into an empty apathetic daze The trick is that we think that everything is going fine But the truth to our reality is buried in the mind
by Mandy Patinkin, Paul Gemignani & Sunday in the Park with George Orchestra on album The Essential Broadway
Dot, why did you write these words? They are your words George. The ones you muttered so often when you worked. "Order" "Design" "Tension" "Composition" "Balance" "Light" Dot, I cannot read this word
by Mandy Patinkin feat. Sunday in the Park with George Ensemble on album The Essential Broadway
Sunday, by the blue purple yellow red water On the green purple yellow red grass Let us pass through our perfect park Pausing on a Sunday By the cool blue triangular water On the soft green elliptica
by Grace in the Woods on album For the love of Lions
Cannonball fire gonna burn, burn, burn - burn the cities and melt all the roads. Videogames became the people who played them and they all fell into orderly rows I don't know If this place wil
by Riders in the Sky on album Miscellaneous
An old cowpoke went ridin' out one dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he rode along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red eyed cows he saw Plowing through the ragged skies and up a c
by A Whisper In The Noise on album Miscellaneous
True love will find you in the end You'll find out just who's your friend Don't be sad, I know you will But don't give up until True love will find you in the end This sits a promise with a catch Onl
by Fury In The Slaughterhouse on album Miscellaneous
Let's get the message across Crazy Christan nightmare men Don't come here in the house of pain Or we will cause you misery and shame When I get you in these arms, the party's over 6.30 in the morning
by Kids In The Way on album Apparitions Of Melody
There's nothing I can say to build these bridges back Against the tides that washed them away The life has left this room Like a thousand fires gone black against the sky and scarlet moon The smoke i
by Footprints in the Custard on album Good Honest Scumbags / Gone Fishing
Before I say I love you, There's something I must know, What is that rancid stench, That wafts from down below Like plastic on the griddle, And eggs left far too long, My darling I must
by Footprints in the Custard on album Good Honest Scumbags / Gone Fishing
Met a girl at a local bar Told her I was a big rock star Sweet tattoos and long dark hair I wanted in to her underwear Line them up, knock them back Damn this girl is great But I didn’
by Footprints in the Custard on album Good Honest Scumbags / Gone Fishing
Let me regale a tale of woe With such a bitter end Involving a gig and lots of booze It's hard to comprehend I found myself deep in my cups Pissed out of my head And with a bladder full to
by Footprints in the Custard on album Good Honest Scumbags / Gone Fishing
Happy Hour Is here at last Time to indulge In a liquid repast Have the barkeep pour me a drink Cause tonight I'm gonna forget how to think Give me some more (Dirty Pints) Crash
by The Hundred In The Hands on album Red Night
After We all come out Into the morning After the lights go on And we look less pretty I will stay out And dance with you To the beat of daylight. Come on, boy Let in the light I want to ta
by Fury in the Slaughterhouse on album Miscellaneous
A dog with a lame leg drags itself around the tombs Mrs. Watson talks with someone who's been dead for years A sickly smell of urine rising from her tights Two old ladies on a park bench sitting silen
by Kick in the Asphalt on album No Bull
Kick in the Asphalt No Bull It's a Kick in the Asphalt My wife said I've gone clear around the bend She says on racin' Sunday I become a different man In my black jeans, black cap and racin' T's