You can pull all the stops out Till they call the cops out Grind your behind till you're bend But you gotta get a gimmick If you wanna get a hand You
Like comets they collide And we pray We pray for the unseen To be seen by the eyes of man When heaven and earth are hand in hand Thy will be done Damn
spinning wheel And a handful of salt and a handful of salt And the untouchables felt like candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" The children of God with hands
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
deep end Ghost town, show down, diamond head creek bed The fugitive pugilist Luminous, anonymous Doomsday is looming us, it's obvious Heal like the hands
color and I must leave fast King Kong, little elves on the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos while the make-up man's hands Shut the eyes of
dance in the fire The heat's getting close and the flame's gettin' higher When the music's over there's a hush in the choir Nothing's free When the trumpets
changing colors and I must leave fast" King Kong, little elves, on the rooftops they dance Valentino-type tangos while the make-up man's hands Shut the
Sound the trumpets for the princess and her fool A joke, a jester just to make her smile Silver bells on his hat and on his pointed shoes Tears rolling
of different - harsher colours sharper angles. Shops stacked high with stereos and rows of magazines. Smells of coffee, glossy limousines. The sun danced
Right across the border You can almost hear the trumpets playing Maybe it's the workers Who are building up the wall So take my hand and come with me
Him for His Holy Name) (Praise Him with timbrel and dance) [Repeat Vamp] Throw up my hands, raise my voice Move my feet, I will rejoice [repeat] Can
for the ultimate trick You got me howling like a trumpet, baby You got me cutting into your schtick I'm gonna shit inside of your pants (You got it coming) Slap you with my mighty hands
here Grown man I put hands on you, I dig a hole in the desert They build The Sands on you, lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance
face and run to take her hand Why she's never there I just don't understand The trumpets sound my whole world crumbles down Visions of angels all around Dance
2 All my life I dreamed about this beautiful place And I cant believe my eyes I really see His face Reunited with my loved ones walking hand in hand
Him for His Holy Name) (Praise Him with timbrel and dance) (Repeat Vamp) Throw up my hands, raise my voice Move my feet, I will rejoice (repeat) Can
punk, where you goin' with that Flower in your hand? Hey punk, where you goin' with that Flower in your hand? Well, I'm goin' up to frisco to join