And the sun refuses to shine And the walls rile against me And these knuckles raw and broken The futile throes of freedom And somewhere, a saint is weeping
flesh And the sun refuses to shine And the walls rile against me And these knuckles raw and broken The futile throes of freedom And somewhere, a saint is weeping
was it her, that sold you kisses At Saint Patrick's last bazaar Or the one who drank more whiskey And drove off in a brand new car Or the widow who was weeping
and I ain't finsta be either or Fear no man, bar none, be a hog like a wild bull Playas don't keep score Let 'em know that this is grown man shit ya
'tis no more than a dream Only a dream, only a dream Of glory beyond the dark stream How peaceful the slumber, how happy the waking Where death is only a
door He walked up and said, "Hey brother What's this group here for?" Well Giddie said "Well alright this is testimony night Have a seat man 'cause the meeting is
dark and dread A lot of weak are to weep and moan Only the strong will continue do you have it in you? Come we've got a journey to go And when the
is the reason I bring up this whole, dreary story is something he said once before they took him awa The massachussetts state home for the bewilderd. he said: "life is like a
you down You and your unborn seed In all of Gaul is there safety? Les Saint Marie de la Mer You will dance the ring Marys of the Sea The lost bride weeps Les Saint
And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the carnival saloon His invisible fiance is in the mirror The band is
and sopine Hide the cries you so hear Stripping you so naked Wipe the sweat from your brow Weeping to a given drought The shrouding of the light Death is
the Armageddon start get dread A lot of weak hear a weep and moan Only the Strong Will Continue Do you have it in you? Cause we've got a journey to go
saints of him And give thanks at the remembrance Of his holy name For he is angry for a moment And his favour is love Joy comes in the morning But weeping
So you got a bad report And it doesn't look good to you Put a praise on your lips This is what you gotta do Speak to your situation without hesitation
THE FEAST Thenardier Ain't it a laugh? Ain't it a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer
t it a laugh Ain't it a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris at
