sich der Virus des Verfalls befand. Der graubrA¶ckelnde Putz der keine Antwort gab all die Jahre schwieg in der jede Stunde wie eine nie endende Ewigkeit
sich der Virus des Verfalls befand. Der graubrockelnde Putz der keine Antwort gab all die Jahre schwieg in der jede Stunde wie eine nie endende Ewigkeit
On Sunday when the church bells start ringin' They're ringin' for you and for me Let's all gather 'round at the alter And pray that our souls may be free
There's a church in the valley by the wildwood No lovelier place in the dale; No spot is so dear to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale
Why try to stay when I can see that there's no reason to? My heart is strong and my feet can move if I tell them to. Time will tell and time will take
We're gonna make it to the church on time We're gonna make it to the church on time Put on your Sunday best, I'll put on mine We're gonna make it to the
Chorus: High on a hillside the old church steeple calls The bells are a ringin', a singin' to one and all Of the joys and the sorrows the laughter
People function of a dreams People function, scheming their schemes People function, trusting to fate Looking for the Joker but it's too late Is there
Oh I telephoned before you left home for your wedding today To wish you the best the best of happiness in every way But there's still some time you could
I belong to the church of the well-endowed man My member's big as a grizzly bear's head My pants can't hide the bulge God gave to me I'm proud of the
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI] ANGRY WHITE MALE'S REVEL HUNGRY FOR YOUR PAIN MAKE YOU BLEED IJUST WANT TO AT MY FEET, YOU'LL DIE ANGRY WHITE MALE
In this place, O Lord, to you we pray Tiny room, grand edifice Nothing more than shelter is this Not of bricks or mortar, wood or clay Built of those
On Sunday, when the church bells start ringin' They're ringin' for you and for me Let's all kneel down at the altar And pray that our souls might be free
[The Divine Spirit:] The last night falls on my mind, I see Devil steps are behind, I'm feeling sure, in the arms of the church. I want to escape from
Once I had a name, forgotten now I breathed the air in a century of wonder I can hear it now in the darkness of the earth Gorgeous machines, the sound
This is the end of everything Rear the tragedies That the Seraphim shall sing
In the yard, behind the church where Butterflies and blackbirds search for A safe place to rest the night away We will go down to the brook and Sit upon