I'm standing in the river drowning In the eyes of a preacher man I'm standing in the river drowning I'm the son of a preacher man
Angels we have heard on high Sweetly singing o'er the plains And the mountains in reply Echoing their joyful strains Gloria, in excelsis Deo Gloria,
If you could only see That I was not put here for you To judge me and dispute my inner most truth And after all these years of enmity, envy and tears
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tackle store next door and not much MORE So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they SAW Christmas morning smelled fresher than angel
drop a bullshit mixtape every 6 months The force of my flow's strong, hard as a photon The rhyme gets rougher as the rhyme goes on... [Interlude] Old
Angel, hold on to me, Or come, closer, to me, don?t go, don?t leave me. Angel, hold on to me, Love, gives, all around me, So silent, your love, Like
bully back in high school I told my Mama that I hate Oh, I wonder who's gonna greet me at the gate Will it be a choir of Angels with some heavenly refrain
'll Eat Your Silver Cross, Behind It You Can't Hide Stone Will Become Of You, Withered Shall Be Your Pride Angels I've Chased Away, Now Demons Pull
gambled This blood, By the time I would listen, they turned me INSIDE OUT! ANGEL! IN WHITE SHEETS! My angel in white sheets, MY ANGEL, IN WHITE SHEETS! My angel
Say that this life's unkind Blasted out silent mind and quiet pain They say we run with a demon's lie But sometimes they break And sometimes the angels
angel, amputated saint Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is their faith Activate the tape, calculate the weight Single-handed with the cannon in their face Evacuate the place, fallen angel
you can hear the song they sing Between good and evil, you're just a puppet on a string It could be the Angel of Death or the Angel King A pitchfork with
sing, Through the lightning and the thunder, to the dark side of the moon, To that distant calling angel who descended much too soon. And come, dry your eyes. [musical interlude
She walks like an angel walks, she talks like an angel talks, And her hair has a kind of curl, to my mind, she's my kind of girl. She's wise like an angel
the angel who gave me summer, the whole winter too. I lost the gladness that turned into sadness, When I lost you. [musical interlude] And I lost the angel
call girl Wrapped around her neck a link, that was all pearls Nice as Medusa, dancin on tables Joker's got a lap dance from Charlie's Angels It's the
