only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was
Let the dead bury their own dead Will you still love me in famine As when love began at the harvest Or would you gain the whole world Son, I love you
Many step with the dreams to win Swindle wives, teams and men hatin' for the love of sin The last words from my grand old Dad "Young lad, be a man, son
man mirror than mirror man follow the band farther than you oh farther than me mirror mirror day mirror way mirror man mirror me mirror man farther
We are the targets of the warlords. Their fire burns us to ashes. Where is the sense in all of this killing? A game of power on both sides. We are the
not the time I have to die. I'm not longer the fuel. To your thirsty engine. You will not break me. So let the hard times come. motherfucker the last man
it feel to be alone in the inferno The eyes of.. Falling and drifting the course remains unclear He''s setting sail to better places ..a dead man Pictures
End this dream.her horror unleashed. Daylight is fading. End her misery. His name echoes from building walls Out into the darkest alleyes Five million
He last birds leaving all of these dying lands the golden splendour is not here to stay the crystal air cuts in our frozen hands You are nine thousand
The only one who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man Yes he was, he was
Son of a Preacher Man! Der, der all die Rapper blamiert hat, Der, der ihre Fresse poliert hat, Der Rapmessias is a Son of a Preacher Man! [Verse 2]
only boy who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man He was, yes he was
boy who could ever reach me Was the son of a preacher man The only boy who could ever teach me Was the son of a preacher man He was, yes he was,
man-an, yes he was now-ow That ma-a-an, that Jimmy Ray-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay Was a preacher man's son, yes he was, now-ow-how) Jimmy Ray was a preacher's son
fears ????????????????????????????????????? [Chorus:] Well it's the story, story of poor john, he's gone and suffered his father's fate, the fate of a bootlegger's son
I think i'll you guessed it only lifeguards only lifeguards packing all the time ?? can save me waiting waiting waiting for the son of man for the son of man
your spirit, set it free Some day you'll walk tall with pride Son of Man, a man in time you'll be Son of Man, Son of Man's a man for all to see
the son of a poor man Ain't gonna turn your head around But if you ever get lonely Just pick up the telephone And the son of a poor man will bring you
