You squirt out red and turn so yellow And then you made me kill my own I'm not afraid (Coming, coming, coming, coming) (Coming, coming, coming, coming
There'll be shouting on the hills of glory Shouting on the hills shouting on the hills There'll be shouting on the hills of glory There'll be shouting
Lift up your gaze be lifted up Tell everyone how great the love The love come down from heaven's gate To kiss the earth with hope and grace, sing Who
Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Shepherds, in the field
I never did like the word mediocre I never wanted it to be said of me, oh, no Just point me to the job and I'd go over, over Looking for the very best
There she goes Ain't she the picture of a real live star? You want to follow her whoever you are And there she goes She's passin' you You better
Well there goes another day Now I wonder why You and I, keep telling lies I can't believe that what you say 'Cause tomorrows lullaby can't pacify My
My house stands at the edge of glory Steady as the seasons change Dreams of grace arise before me And they call me home again I went forth with no protection
Path Of Glory Takes Me Out Of Here Exorcise Me Armageddon's Here Hearts Are Beating Sacrificial Curse Take Me Take Me Across The Universe What You Do
When my picture's in a frame In the fool's hall of fame There'll be no one you can blame but me She was mean and so unkind A two faced woman with a one
She was a disbeliever, no one could ever lead her She made the rules and you're the pawn in the game She tried so hard to make it, she even tried to fake
[Music by Wagner/Schroeder, lyrics by Wagner] Disturbing the peace of the night for a raid Stealing goods taken through greed A playtoty transcendental
Starting with the affirmation of man I work my way backwards using cynicism The time monitor, the space measurer I live sweat but I dream light years
What's the time? I was trying to get some sleep Attention Bridges, Shorty, Nutty Jackson, Thompson, Mother As you can see we've got a new recruit To
There is no holy one like You You install kings and take them down Truly there is no one beside You You made all of creation with wisdom May the glory
Land of hope and glory Mother of the free How shall we extol thee Who are born of thee Wider still and wider Shall thy bounds be set God who made thee