in my last testament and my hidden scrolls See my icon straight faced with a torn robe A beard and some cornrows The whole globe hears when I perform my
she was here, she was my lady Never before was I dependin' Then she came on, filled in my life She kept me on my best behavior She was my Lord, she was
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know I cut my
eyes She'll teach me how to fly Even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall and I plummet from the sky But she will keep me high And if I ever
sings On a cold black stone where a lasting peace will finally bring The sunlight plays upon my window pane I wake up to a world that's still the same My
you!" He says "Go wash my baby in the milk, And dress my lady in the silk; When hearts are breaking, hands must bow, And well I love my lady now". She
