My sleep was shattered by blinding lightHigh and lifted up upon His throneWas the great I AM and me aloneJehova´s glory was all aboutAll heaven shook with the angel shout:Three times holy is this God of mightChorus:He . . .
Chorus:You live for anarchyJesus will set you freeWho are you gonna beGet down on your kneesYou call it truth - it´s only smokeAre you for real? is this a joke?Marx and Lenin are your thingWhere will you be when Chris . . .
Iron curtain crumblingWarlords increasingBrothers are clashingFire bombs are fallingFar and near placesReligions and racesAll the world bracesHas hope left no tracesChorus:Be not alarmedAt rumors of warBe not alarmedAt w . . .
She´s got a big stomachAnd she´s right there on my TVShe´s sweating and she´s groaningIt´s about to maek me queasyShe yells to boil waterPull the sheets of the bedCosby says to grab your lipAnd yank it ove . . .
Gossip now has got your earsDrive a wedge that lasts for yearsCharge a card better then a checkNow in debt up to your neckIn the dark you park your carSoon your hands are roaming farYou know how to drink and driveWill th . . .
Dying people on the streetEach step closer to the heatPeople hurting, tired and weakBut we´re too afraid to speakChorus:Blow Spirit, blowAnd then through me flowSo I can go, go ,go ,goTell the worldSilent mouths and d . . .
Dying people on the streetEach step closer to the heatPeople hurting, tired and weakBut we´re too afraid to speakChorus:Blow Spirit, blowAnd then through me flowSo I can go, go ,go ,goTell the worldSilent mouths and d . . .
I´m sure you´ve heard the story Gomorrah and of SodomIf hell is not an endless pit I´m sure they´re at the bottomOf all of their abilities the greatest one was mathTheir multiples of curses equaled a bowl of . . .
Santa Claus is coming and the kids are getting greedyIt´s Christmas timeI know it´s in the story ´cause I seen ot on the TVIt´s Christmas time, it´s Christmas timeYou go into the forest and you cut down al . . .
You´re so cool, only twenty-threeA rock ´n´ roll star´s what you wanna beCan´t get a job, cuz your hair´s to your kneesQuit school, can´t spell prioritiesNow´s the time, boy, for you to grow upBet . . .
Desperate in the D.C streetsDesperate for a better lifeHi-top shoes and hip-hop beatsDon´t hide the violens and strifeJust fourteen and selling crackFell his spirit slowly dieSees a friend shot in the backBut no tear . . .
A real slick dude slipped up from behindSaid he spoke the truth, but it fogged my mindJesus is an invention of men,So this repressive notion of sinChorus:Don´t be fooledDon´t be ruledIt´s all lies, lies, liesWho . . .
Little boy lived in fearHe won´t be afraid no moreTrembl3ed when his dad came nearNow lays lifeless on the floorWhat do you do for this child of strifeWhat would you give to save his lifeChorus:Might care to cry for a . . .
Chorus:Frat rats and sorority swineYour problem is the same as mineI fyou look to the world to satisfyYou´ll find that it´s empty, empty, empty insideGo buy a pink izodRush week - play like GodNo cash for MuffyPhon . . .
Chorus:Tell me what you believeJesus or anarchyWho are you gonna be?Let´s live for GodarchyYou call it truth - it´s only smokeAre you for real? is this a joke?Marx and Lenin are your thingWhere will you be when Chr . . .
Hey punk! You got the clothesHey punk! Ring in your noseHey punk! You got the black boots with the kickin´ steel toesHey punk! You got the beerHey punk! You got no fearHey punk! You got the thrashin´music chewin . . .
If I be lifted up you got the wrong manIf there be any glory don´t look at the bandThe weight of perfection is getting on my nervesSave all the hype for the one who deservesOne thing that binds us all - pros or beginn . . .
Monday through Friday, the world´s the sameBustin´ their tales and making a nameGo to work, go to school, don´t play the foolPleasure´s the payoff and money´s the toolSweatin´ all week for a dollar´s . . .
I was running from the reaper, but I found I could not hideI was stranded in the desert ´til I cought myself a rideI was scrounging, I was starving - the bread I tasted satisfiedI used to see with tunel vision, then m . . .
Ice cream tastes so good, so sweetGives you nightmare in your sleepQuadruple scoope with losts of fudgeYou´ll grow so fat you cannot budgeThe luscious treat we love to eatSpoils our apetite for meatA sugar high satrai . . .
Ice cream tastes so good, so sweetGives you nightmare in your sleepQuadruple scoope with losts of fudgeYou´ll grow so fat you cannot budgeThe luscious treat we love to eatSpoils our apetite for meatA sugar high satrai . . .
My sleep was shattered by blinding lightHigh and lifted up upon His throneWas the great I AM and me aloneJehova´s glory was all aboutAll heaven shook with the angel shout:Three times holy is this God of mightChorus:He . . .
When war is finally endedWhen death has breathed it´s lastWhen the Lion Lies with the LambWhen all the old is passedWhen no man rules a nationWhen no man rules his soulThen each man will bow beforeOur God who is in co . . .
I Scream Sunday is all about something, you know, a lot of times we look at people in the world, people who are without Jesus, and we say, you know, man their life is so senseless, all they live for is a party man. They . . .
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In the beginning GodA fancy that wil passI know how it beganI believe in gasI know that the Big BangGave the world it´s shapeMy image is not God´sI´m related to the apeChorus:Let´s be frankLet´s talk strai . . .
In the beginning GodA fancy that wil passI know how it beganI believe in gasI know that the Big BangGave the world it´s shapeMy image is not God´sI´m related to the apeChorus:Let´s be frankLet´s talk strai . . .
We´ve got a bombWe´ve got somer moreWe´ve got a Nam in El SalvadorWe´ve got the cashWe´ve got the greedWe´ve got the poor we´ll never feedChorus:Life´s a bomb (4 x)So it´s not your crimeNo savi . . .
We´ve got a bombWe´ve got somer moreWe´ve got a Nam in El SalvadorWe´ve got the cashWe´ve got the greedWe´ve got the poor we´ll never feedChorus:Life´s a bomb (4 x)So it´s not your crimeNo savi . . .
On the sacrificial altarIn a deli in New YorkYou might find a leg of lambBut you won´t find no porkI´ve never, ever killed a manAnd I swear I´ve never liedBut God said, You´ve done quite enough, you pig your . . .
Thought I was building a man, but I was building a wallSo tall, couldn´t make it fallTalked myself into living a lieWhy do I feel so low trying to feel so highBrick by brick you´re building it higherAnd you know th . . .
Make me burn with a heart that´s trueConsumed by all your love can doMake me burn with a pure desireIgnited by Your holy fireLord make me burnMake me burn witha joyful sealSo all the world can see You´re realMake m . . .
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my back And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone Theres a reason for the things that I have on I wear the black for the poor an . . .
Old times are hazy, oh I was crazyI was more than just a little derangedWhen Jesus found me, He did astound meMy heart and mind He has totally changedI don´t remember all the times I liedCan´t recall all the days I . . .
Money, money, money,money, moneyI´m beginning to learn to not love moneyMoney, money, money,money, moneyThe love of money is the root of all evilI´m beginning to learn to not love moneyMoney, money, money,money, mo . . .
Money, money, money,money, money Im beginning to learn to not love money Money, money, money,money, money The love of money is the root of all evil Im beginning to learn to not love money Money, money, money,money, money . . .
When my brain starts to fryIt´s time to go and get Pad ThaiPad ThaiPad ThaiPad Thai . . .
Feel real low, smoke a jointCuss real, make your pointRock ´n´ roll´s all you playAlways getting your own wayWhere you goin´, where you beenYour cruddy heart is full of sinIn the words of Kenneth Hagin,Face t . . .
Marriage vows so often breakA friends betrayal is hard to takeReal love - something you can´t fakeEternal things are here at stakeChorus:CryCry outPeople cry out to GodThe world´s truth is only liesFalse rainbows d . . .
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Bad boy, bad boyWanting some attentionLooking for some actionCan´t get no satisfactionOh, I am, bad boySearching for my placeFalling on my faceCrying out for graceChorus:Take me downTake me down to Red RiverOh, I need . . .
[Originally by The Clash] Now the king told the boogie men You have to let that raga drop The oil down the the desert way Has been shakin to the top The sheik he drove his Cadillac He went a cruisin down the ville The mu . . .
I just can´t hold backI feel an urgencyI´m sweating out my loveHoping you will seeI´m screaming out the truthWith my every breathThis is more thatn showThis is life and deathChorus:Gotta make it realCan´t let . . .
In the little red brick house, daddy is sleepin´ with MommyIn the little house next door, daddy is sleepin´ with TommyEverybody´s sleepin´ with someone, you´re sleepin´ with the worldBill and Sue were o . . .
God requires a sacrificeBut moneychangers sold it in the templeTaking what the Lord laid down in his WordAnd turned it to something evilJesus came in, you know what came downHe drove the sellers to their kneesThis is a h . . .
God requires a sacrificeBut moneychangers sold it in the templeTaking what the Lord laid down in his WordAnd turned it to something evilJesus came in, you know what came downHe drove the sellers to their kneesThis is a h . . .
Drunk on music, drunk on sportsDrunk on pleasures of all sortsDrunk on causes, drunk on workThese can be good, but don´t be a jerkChorus:Sober upYour thinking´s dullSober upYou´re out of your skullSober upLife c . . .
I´ve been known to lie, to stealI´ve ignióred the pain that you feelI´ve been known to laugh when you cryAnd I´ve been known to pass on the other side(When you´re bleeding)Chorus:There´s a spirit of . . .
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When Jesus made me KosherWhen I drank the sweet new wineI felt like a new creatureReally felt like one fine swineStark, cold, wet realityCame and nearly quenced my fire`Til I heard God speak to meI was right back in the . . .
The water invitesThe cliff is highPerched on a ledgeAgainst the skyWant to go inYet gripped by fearThe water invitesSo deep and clearChorus:C´mon man! Talk is cheapLeave the cliff behindTake a flying leapDive in!The b . . .
The water invites The cliff is high Perched on a ledge Against the sky Want to go in Yet gripped by fear The water invites So deep and clear Chorus: Cmon man! Talk is cheap Leave the cliff behind Take a flying leap Dive . . .
Preachin´ on Sunday morningAll the right words are saidBut does the congregationKnow what´s going through your head?Just a few distractionsSome hell you can hidebut the mirror of your heart saysYou just can´t le . . .
Well, you wonder why I always dress in blackWhy you never see bright colors on my backAnd why does my appearance seem to have a somber toneThere´s a reason for the things that I have onI wear the black for the poor an . . .
Think that I am perfectTo Him it´s dirty ragsWhen I think I´m nice and warmHe just take one look and gagsChorus:Thrash, thrash, thrash against sinDon´t let satan enter inThrash it once, thrash it againThrash, th . . .
There it goes up the noseThere it goes up the noseThere it goes up the noseAnd the family goes down the drainThere it goes up the noseThere it goes up the noseThere it goes up the noseAnd the family goes down the drainTh . . .
So many people with so many solutionsSo many music makers making noise pollutionSo you can play a guitarDoes that mean we have to listen to all your humanistic philosophiesBut we play the music and tell you something you . . .
Know You´re innocentSay You´re guiltyStrip Your clothes and whip Your backI nail Your hands and feetTo that unholy treeThe final phase, the deadly actChorus:I was thereWhen Your Love diedI stood thereWhen Your Love . . .
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O Lord, cause me to prayO Lord, teach me what it means to obeyCause me Lord to seek You FaceKnow the wonder of Your graceLord, I want to truly sayYou are God, You are my GodYou are God, You are my GodAnd You are holy, wh . . .
Feel real low, smoke a joint Cuss real, make your point Rock n rolls all you play Always getting your own way Where you goin, where you been Your cruddy heart is full of sin In the words of Kenneth Hagin, Face the facts, . . .
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