Once again the battle field is your body and those who want control have laid down their terms in black & white and red all over they keep the backstreet
to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted
Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary
to. So, the struggle is a common one. Against the white, male, Aristocratic, moneyed, landed, Anglo-Saxon, and all his children of all races and classes. Free the woman and
large in our lives that they are fair game to be used as fodder for creating fictions. Both Bryan and Eric strong-armed themselves onto tape yet again." Has your child
The sweet Love and Beauty are worthy our care. In the morning the villagers rose with delight, And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night, And Mary
And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child. And
(Mary Gauthier) Born a bastard child in New Orleans to a woman I've never seen I don't know if she ever held me All I know is that she let go of me
and uppercuts and at that, I'm hazardous I speak to the heads and raise the dead like Lazarus Led the fucking lambs to the slaughter, and walked on water
, skinning and shooting craps on his knees Another victim born out here in the hood And based on statistics it really ain't all good Welfare takes the tab and
Little Italy Joey, Joey King of the streets, child of clay Joey, Joey What made them want to come and blow you away Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary
, And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child. And
and hear that a Child Had been born who's King of kings and Savior of the world} {Now I can imagine saying, what Child is this? What Child is this? Who
Lost in time and lost in space Remembrance of a golden age In these days of yore: A magic spell Was it your name I called? I'll try again... And like
a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted
