Somewhere there's a stolen halo I use to watch her wear it well Everything would shine wherever she would go But looking at her now you'd never tell
This must be heaven, tonight I cross the line You must be the angel, I though I might never find Was it you I heard singing, oh, while I was chasin' dreams
My mate Johnny's a looker His habit is a one night stand he would walk the streets in the usual way Oh, what a pretty man My mate Johnny was a lover He
You were writhing on the floor Like a moth in molasses Whoever taught you To move your body like that? Goose pimples just vanished Like some out of date
? Vieni! Vieni, Santo Spirito. Guida coloro che si sono sviati. Sine tuo numine, nihil est in homine, nihil est innoxium. Sequenza della Messa di
Whoa, in the night I got what you need, boy Got what you need, boy I got what you need, boy Saint or a sinner Yo, she's a part time good girl, other
Mamacita, donde esta Santa Claus? Donde esta Santa Claus? And the toys that he will leave. Mamacita, oh, where is Santa Claus? I look for him because
We stand and lift up our hands For the joy of the Lord is our strength We bow down and worship Him now How great, how awesome is He And together we sing
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God almighty Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty God in three persons, blessed
(konishi/tajima) Translators: andrei cunha Yawarakai Anata no Hadaka no mune ni Kuchizukete Hajimaru Sankaku-kei no Romance Utsukushii anata to Boku
I'm gonna Lasso Santa Claus and I know just why because... I'm going to pull,pull on his beard , pull,pull to see if it's real. I'm going to tickle,
Your love, it's got the Holy Ghost A-shakin' in my bones I never felt such a feelin' In all the days I been round, yeah Whenever I feel the pressure
Holy harcore jesus christ Knocking our religious life Live by Crass, die by the sword We're punk rock servants of the lord You say that all you want is
Holy water, smoke and mirrors Boiling water, you'll disappear I think by now I know what evil really is As pure as the snow, the taste on your lips By
It will take a fancy store For mom and dad To forget what they never had It will only take one moment To make her believe She's something worth trying
He's the little boy that Santa Claus forgot And goodness knows he didn't want a lot He sent a note to Santa for some soldiers and a drum It broke his
You were the dream that survived Lost in the darkness of eternity You were the hope kept alive Embraced by tomorrows that we all could never quite see
Lord we pray, give us this day Our daily bread Every week it costs the meek Another arm and leg Lord we pray, the american way, Cut us a break Who can