Father, thanks for playin' with my friends and me I'm glad they got to meet the man I know You always knew the words and taught me honesty Picked me up
Well, I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time And sometimes I wonder, is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they
[Mother] Remember what Confucius taught, Always be kind. [Son] Yes, Mother. [Mother] Always help the weak and the old. [Son] Yes, Mother. I understand
We moved here from somewhere when I was fourteen Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans Landlord told me, hard times is near Didn?t mean a thing '
I'm Buju Banton with the Preacher's Son Who gave the orders For them to go? Alright Who gave the orders? Martin was shut down, alright Who gave the orders
One night upon my motorcycle through the desert speed And it smashed my body so that all my friends thought I was dead My sister held me close and whispered
(Cat Stevens) Father It's not time to make a change, Just relax, take it easy. You're still young, that's your fault, There's so much you have
Well, We moved here from Summers when I was 14 Worked this poor ground for bacon and beans. Landlord told me that hard times were near, didn't mean a
Born a poor young country boy Mother Nature's son All day long I'm sitting Singing songs for every one Sit beside a mountain stream See her waters rise
Hate is what I feel for you And I want you to know that I want you dead You're late for the execution If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead
In the glare of a neon sign, she laid her body down The damned walked in beside her and he laid his money down He said don't try to scream now but I want
It's not time to make a change Just relax, and take it easy You're still young, that's your fault There's so much you have to know Find a girl, settle
You've lived on beans and rice And fell for Jesus Christ And if your pants are nice Mother Nature's son Never made sense until you begun To play the
Steady girl on your feet You and your wanderings Bread can feed a few So can some cartoons So it ends, so it begins, I'm my father's son Plant another
Tu es peintre du monde, Souffle ton art, vernis mon etre. Prends plaisir a la ronde, Des fleurs du soir deviens le pretre. Fils de lumiere, Phallus dore
She lays awake in a silent room Holding his picture washed sliver by the moon Oceans away he feels her sigh So alone in the world tonight Freedom needs
You don't have to have a hanker To be a broker or a banker No, sir you, just got to be My mother's son-in-law Needn't even think of tryin' To be a mighty
Save me You want to save me from myself And try ta take me But I'm a man who can't be caged And try to fail me And you won't get a second chance But your