: and did those feet in ancient times trod America's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen
and did those feet in ancient times trod America's pastures of green? and did that anthropocentric god wane with their thoughts and beliefs all unseen
there is a mirror When I've been bad, I've been wrong Food for the saints that are quick to judge me Hope for a Badman This is the Badman's Song Guilt
Why do we frown? Is it something within us Or in the world at large? Maybe it's both, y'all Sadness deep inside Something we can't hide We yearn for
Tread slowly from the car to the spa Like a weary war-torn refugee Crossing the border with her starving child It's a struggle just to get to shiatsu
there weeping? They are weeping back at them This is a weeping song A song in which to weep While all the men and women sleep This is a weeping song
: Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And
Come sail your ships around me And burn your bridges down We make a little history, baby Every time you come around Come loose your dogs upon me And
