I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up, and she said leave this one
's a damn good start I wrote the secret that I buried on the wishing well wall He said, "I've seen one it follows that I've seen them all" We spoke of
flew in anger, in anger flew he "Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee Let the father of the baby gather cherries for thee" Then up spoke
light From the beginning the Father Had a magnificent plan Revealed through the law and the prophets To fulfill the redemption of man You spoke after
get to know the world has passed you by Who cares? You might be dead Who cares? You stayed in bed Who cares? You wrote the note Who cares? You might have spoke
'm still staring at the floor And feeling useless as a mime in a counseling session Here's a million mute expressions, here's the one where I choke on
Ghost Making one woozy in the head and comatose, agree? Enough about me How's about you? How's the lil' kid? She was about two, the last time we spoke
[Slug/(Beyond)] Patterned around the thought and the will We shattered the sound of perpendicular noise Now gather 'round, blueprints to rebuild On top
LL HEED THE DREAM) WE'LL NEVER FORGET A SINGLE THING All aboard and gather round, father's appeared, made no sound The Lord tells us no one must stay,
They disembarked in '45 And no one spoke and no one smiled There were too many spaces in the line And gathered at the cenotaph They all agreed with hand
nurses all gathered round And they gazed in wild wonder At the joy they had found The head nurse spoke up Said "leave this one alone." She
the prisoner hardy The weeks went by and no one spoke about it anymore Or seemed to see the wreath, Billy's mother hung upon the door Then one night
[Part One: "THE PREACHER CAME TO TOWN"] A peaceful town down by the lake A cradle of goodness and righteousness it was said Quite prosperous one might
of the dumpster behind the 7-11. Mom brought the bottle inside and sat it down on top of the TV. Then she told all of us kids to gather round, and then
most important of Magica's charms, The spell of Restoration. The ceremony of thanksgiving was now directed toward the transmission of spirits to Otherworld. One by one
planet earth has come to a point where they cannot breed anymore. When everybody had lost their faith, a child was born, but no one could be the father
So we wander 'round this desert And wind up following the wrong gods home But the flock cries out for another And they keep answering that bell And one