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From A Second Story Window For Those Lost

Prison about six inna morning Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison

] [sung] I am king of Bethlehem We sit upon the throne Thousands bow before us This is a story of a fallen kingdom [Killah Priest] A full moon glows,

Prison about six inna morning Uneasy as they pushed her to the second floor in a cell, one cot, no window, facing hell. Put in the basement of a prison

and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their

seems pretty stiff for a phone call. [Mama Morton] Over these work that we sent, he never lost a case for a female client yet. And a sweet little puss

head. Fuck what we're force fed. All I ever wanted was a warm bed and a house that wasn't haunted. I'd rather die for a cause than to die just because

say thanks for the privilege? Why should we accept servility as a bargain for dignity? Why should we passively accept death as a bargain for living?

end Wear my heart on my short sleeves I'm stuck out here, I lost my keys From the roof I watch the street And pray for those that's caught beneath [Chorus

thinking of you When the water froze over In a foreign land In a foreign town You prepare to go on a journey To pasture You said "Forever" It's a picture