our father Mouth of our father Mouth of our father Mouth of my father Mouth of my father Mouth of my father History moans History moans History moans History
father history moans (it's the movement we're after) history moans (it's the movement we're after) history moans (it's the movement we're after) history
of my throat all of a sudden you come my way baby believer i won't be saved by morning after struggling my name slave turned to master history moans
out of my throat all of a sudden you come my way baby believer i won't be saved by morning after struggling my name slave turned to master history moans
our father history moans (it's the movement we're after) history moans (it's the movement we're after) history moans (it's the movement we're after) history
Out on the Wiley, windy moors We'd roll and fall in green You had a temper like my jealousy Too hot, too greedy How could you leave me When I needed
"B.F.P.O." Army dreamers "Mammy's hero" "B.F.P.O." "Mammy's hero" Our little army boy Is coming home from B.F.P.O. We've a bunch of purple flowers To
Outside gets inside Ooh, through her skin I've been out before But this time it?s much safer in Last night in the sky Ooh, such a bright light My radar
I still dream of Organon I wake up crying you're making rain And you're just in reach When you and sleep escape me You're like my yo-yo that glowed in
We were working secretly For the military Our experiment in sound Was nearly ready to begin We only know in theory what we are doing Music made for pleasure
road, see the light (Push ?em from the pull of the bush) See the light bounce off the rocks to the sand (Push ?em from the pull of the bush) See the
We're all alone on the stage tonight We've been told, we're not afraid of you We know all our lines so well, ah-ha We've said them so many times Time
Babooshka Babooshka She wanted to test her husband She knew exactly what to do A pseudonym to fool him She couldn?t have made the worst move She sent
I see the people working And see it working for them And so I want to join in But then I find it hurts me Some say that knowledge is Something sat in
"It's in the trees It's coming" When I was a child, running in the night Afraid of what might be Hiding in the dark, hiding in the street And of what
I hear him before I go to sleep And focus on the day that's been I realize he's there When I turn the light off and turn over Nobody knows about my man
too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay, let's go Our history, black history, no
who wanna take it to the streets, nobody answerin Bullets to your brain like aspirin, the art of war we did master it We got arms like George Bush, heart
