to meet with me? I can show you all of life's mystery, mystery I can show you, I can show you I can show you life's mystery
meet with me? I can show you all that there is to see Hey would you like to meet with me? I can show you all of life's mysteries Take a look around the
rising Just for you and me When we were young, life was so strange So complicated, we would cry But when we grow old Will mystery hold us both in its spell as time goes by
my whole world around Can you see what I see Can you cut behind the mystery I will meet you by the witness tree Leave the whole world behind I want
the surface on the paper File it in the system not acknowledged by the Maker Swearing by the Bible blatantly blasphemous Publicly perpetrating that, "In God We Trust" Cross-examined by
body and be free You'd like to float like a mystic child You'd like to kiss an angel on the brow You'd love to solve the mystery of live By cutting
a spin Some strange music draws me in Makes me come on like some heroine She is sublimation She is the essence of thee She is concentrating on he Chosen by
me out of my mind I?ve seen a child, he's caught in the sad trap of gravity He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree And lands in the grass
truck And fade away like Ron Rene Alright, alright You got the magical mystery tour You got the magical mystery tour You got the magical mystery tour You got the magical mystery
In 1492 you came upon these shores. Seven hundred years, educated by the moors; 17th Century-- genocide and the gun Middle Passage blessed to market the
Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High It Was My Only Wish To Rise On Them Jealous Mutha Fuckas I Despise Coming Down Clean Bumping Riding Dirty Getting High Pill: It's A Mystery
stop clock is on We got it poppin' in the meat market Chicks take a seat, park it By the bar so they can meet the Vick With deep pockets And them dudes by
, to bein' chased by New York Cops out the precincts an' words was bricks We buildin' projects to pyramids Evil kid, I destroy your ass like London Bridge Smoke trees
your thinkin' One of the first things we gotta switch around, of course Is Jesus Christ and him dying on the cross You're looking at the cross, surrounded in it's mystery
I was drivin? Trees went by, me and Del were singin? Little runaway, I was flyin? Yeah, runnin? down a dream That never would come to me Workin? on a mystery
was drivin' The trees flew by me and jack were singin' Little runaway, I was flyin' Yeah, runnin' down a dream That never would come to me Workin' on a mystery
restored by the river That poured from our blessed Savior's side At the wonderful, tragic, mysterious tree On that beautiful scandalous night you and me Were atoned by
silver or gold. Life! The essence is invisible to the scientific mind it's impossible. Like the secret of the seed that grows into a tree the starry galaxies remain a mystery
