of mankind. On the tomb of this unknown soldier. lay thetools of the one. who for us had died. Tools of the carpenter. The one they lick. The same old sick. dream of their precious saviour
mankind. On the tomb of this unknown soldier. Lay thetools of the one. Who for us had died. Tools of the carpenter. The one they lick. The same old sick. Dream of their precious saviour. Kiss them
The morning sun beam. Finds a man in black. With a cruel face. No marks of grace. Thetools of his trade. Seem scary on the back. Against the wall. He uses them all. . Seeing him makes grown
Lay down your tools and play the game. Of an ordinary fairy tale at least in there you cannot fail. Get back to basics and play the child's way. At least in there you cannot get hurt. No rules
. Using post hypnotic tools. When the enemy came. They were really all to blame. And who's cheating in the game. . Open wide run a mile genocide taking lives. Tetragram holy man solitude living lies
years, want to follow that boy? We don't want no gangboss. We want to equalize. We don't want no gangboss. We want to equalize Till half and half is equalized, oh put down thetools. See the car, see
years, want to follow that boy? We don't want no gangboss. We want to equalize. We don't want no gangboss. We want to equalize Till half and half is equalized, oh put down thetools. See the car, see
I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined. I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned. . Staring at the blank page before you. Open up the dirty window. Let the sun
Ray collins (lead vocals, harmonica, tambourine, finger cymbals, bobby pin, tweezers). Jimmy carl black (drums). Roy estrada (bass, guitarron, boy soprano). Elliot ingber (lead guitar, rhythm
. With the gift within your hands. And thetools to build another's dream. That connects them to the power lines. You do not feel you need Oh, the power lines. They go from sea to sea. They carry
