t'bacca Now he knows it never will My brother's found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home Mama still cooking too much for supper
them, for they don't know right from wrong The truth will set you free, written down in this song And the song has the Cause of Death written in code
hum to my song Singing like they were for her, but they were for the blur No longer, but we working, premature, immature She's unsure, I'm for sure, blouse
cheek and said. "i will see you when it's sorted." for two days we sat in silence on that beach and listened to the waves. foolishly, i waited for
did see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there was seventy-three The piano
pleasures of misdeed Sanguinary tears flow down the waned skin Lement for grace yet unseen Infuse me from the libidious fountain Where thy children soothe
tobacco Now he knows it never will My brother found work in Indiana Sister's a nurse at the old folks home Momma's still cookin' too much for supper
praise him tell of his excellent greatness Praise him praise him ever in joyful song [ piano ] Praise him praise him Jesus our blessed redeemer For our
door The songs that we wrote, ah, note for note That piano will always know [Chorus] And God bless the child Who's got a song Who's got a song Who'
exhault the ghosts of rockefellers and vanderbilts still met at their christmas eve charity balls raising money not for themselves but raising it for all (and the sound of their children
NARRATION He could have stayed there the entire night for to him music was the voice of god for it never needed translation and could lift up lives
see, We carried our children back up to their tree, The scabs outside still laughed at their spree, And the children that died there were seventy-three. The piano
