n. Trunk sound'n like , King Kong and Godzilla, back there thump'n. All we do is drink, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mystery weed, just
are reflected The endless road and the wailing of chimes The empty rooms where her memory is protected Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of
tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The ocean wild like an organ played
every night I open all the windows I let a cold dark wind blow through. I play loud organ music and I talk to myself and dream of you. uh oh! I hear voices
, name a nigga I couldn't burn and he probably created the Earth in six days I shot at Jesus with a tech fives times Hanging the pope with six strings
. Today I'm going to tell you a story about when I was a very young, little count. I'm going to tell you about the first day I went to school.] (Creepy organ
, Fozzie, Scooter: Somebody get some flowers! Somebody get a ring! Somebody get a chapel and a choir to sing! Kermit: Somebody get an organ to play! Singing
[CHORUS] yeah... there's a price to pay for the girls you lay life's gonna hang you a bill one day before your freedom or your life get took get a girl
organ of any church in town But over in the Amen Corner of that church sat Brother Ira And he insisted every Sunday on singing in the choir His voice
hi, i'm an ordinary organism and i was kinda linging the walls in a warzone, slamdance, backbeat poison and meandering i hear the little voice say oh
money, money Yeah I said it, a nigga sportin plats and a Braves hat I hang with Rico Wade 'cuz the Dungeon is where the funk's at, boy I'm true to Organized
front of the altar It's covered with flowers I pray to Lord Jesus And confess my sins I hear a scornful laughin' Voices sound through the silence The organ
A body kept alive for years Cripple and lying now in dirt of decayed Remains of organic substances A syndrome of inner damage Showing troubles In the
tune, lay down Lay down the song you strum And rest yourself beneath the strength of strings No voice can hope to hum The ocean wild like an organ played
not murder, it's a metaphor We are killing off our own failure and starting clean Standing at the gallows everyone turned my way I hear a voice ask
a little guitar And make it easy to move your feet I'm gonna add some bottom So that the dancers just won't hide You might like to hear my organ I said
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell Thoughts going through my mind Pitch black, my eyes are blind So I'm getting up to see whats happening I'm hearing voices
't you dare to call his bluff, he's well organized You will never switch him off, when you're hypnotized Don't you dare to call his bluff, he's well organized