Tomorrow Come Today (Ltd Edition With Bonus DVD)
Boy Sets Fire lyrics
Boy Sets Fire lyrics
"Bathory's Sainthood Lyrics"
Republicans Lyrics
[Guitar solo from Let's Move To Cleveland Tower Theater, Upper Darby, PA November 10, 1984 FZ CUSTOM STRAT
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception's given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genu
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
And
[Guitar solo from Let's Move To Cleveland Tower Theater, Upper Darby, PA November 10, 1984 FZ CUSTOM STRAT
Do you feel alive now that you own the dead
Praying on their corpses, their hearts no longer feel
Your sainthood is obvious on every starving face
Your deception's given us a way to separate
The poor from their hate, the rich from the stone
Genu
On the Sunny Side of the Street Lyrics
Grab your coat and get your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the stre
flect away the sins that we've knownGrab your coat and get your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the stre
Sure one percent rules, but heaven's made of gold
So chalk it up to folly and consequence alone
Do we really want what we really need a bastard messiah
Wrapped up in the dream of patriotic clean white washed desire
And
What Can I Do Lyrics
Music By: The Corrs Lyrics By: Andrea Corr I haven't slept at all in days It's been so long since we've talkedevery time the real war's defined, the trenches are filled to hide battle lines
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
A god for the poor, for
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same.
Music By: The Corrs Lyrics By: Andrea Corr I haven't slept at all in days It's been so long since we've talked
Torches to bridges and bridges to torture
Headlines distort what we see as our borders
And what gives us the right to feed with remorse for a god they created
A god for the poor, for
All I Need (All I Don't) Lyrics
You're all I need, all I don't Don't move, but then run You're calling my bluff I've seen you too much B
bathory we're bleeding out the devil hicks in angelic shroudsYou're all I need, all I don't Don't move, but then run You're calling my bluff I've seen you too much B
Blasphemy as speaking out we've asked for it for more of the same
Sad scheme of ghettos created by the power elite, for our minds and souls burning
No longer for freedom invoked just more of the same.