Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
[Originally by The Isley Brothers] Well, you know you make me wanna (Shout) Throw my hand up (Shout) Kick my heels back (Shout) Throw my head back (Shout
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She's my baby, she's my love Pixie queen of Bible Club Seen her round the fountain, sipping cokes Crafting brand new Polish jokes And I can't explain
I sold my last hard Bible Just to pay my bills I called my mother To reserve me in her will And the pay I'm getting every Thursday night Well, it just
in these parts They work the factories So I ran as fast as I could Through the tall grass and the midnight woods So nobody would sing some bible song
There's a family Bible on the table its pages torn and hard to read But the family Bible on the table will ever be my key to memory I can see us sittin
my eyes turned within only see starless and bible black old friend charity cruel twisted smile and the smile signals emptiness for me starless and bible
Among the tattered dwelling of the new found home, in the furthest cramped corner sat the shell of a goat head strangled in copper wire, scraped of it
not in my mind Tom Petty Running Man's Bible To return from a mission A man left behind Here's one to glory And survival And stayin' alive It's the runnin' man's bible
parts They work the factories So, I ran as fast as I could Through the tall grass and the midnight woods So, no one would sing some Bible song over me
stakes we made win the prize here I'm out to forget that you ever Dead on the Bible, dead on the Bible Dead on the Bible, dead on the Bible Get out,
well, where i grew up in talapusa when summertime came we all use'ta go to a place called vacation bible school we'd look up verses in the bible make
There's a family Bible on the table each page is torn and hard to read But the family Bible on the table will ever be my key to memories At the end of
that Greyhound 18, glad to be gone Took a rented room on Broadway and as I unpacked everything I owned I found a note my mama left me With a Bible and
a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt Strangled by a Bible Belt
Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors The overcompensation of a posture I'm dying to know Feeling like a kid selling ten dollar chocolates
We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't know ourselves well but so what We know each other Floating down from