New Model Army Lyrics
New Model Army Lyrics
"Eleven Years Lyrics"
Life or Death Lyrics
*Talking*-Gunshots Chorus x2 I ain't a killer but don't push me Still still fuckin' talkin' You niggas still breathin' Which side are you on Life or death
Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.
We walked the streets of our town just talking
And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
Just when your life is stale and there's r
Something comes to kick you up inside
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down
No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes
Twisted up and turning in my bed alone
And separation pains like a blunted amputation
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Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down
So rest in these open arms and lie until they come for you
And tell me everything you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .
Forever running even
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down
*Talking*-Gunshots Chorus x2 I ain't a killer but don't push me Still still fuckin' talkin' You niggas still breathin' Which side are you on Life or death
Stevie said now don't look round they're watching us
Two girls in the corner of that dodgy club
And the grey eyes, the storm that I've come to know and wish for
Before I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.
We walked the streets of our town just talking
And the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocks
Just when your life is stale and there's r
What Culture Lyrics
Say your prayers and count your blessings You all make me choke All your pleasures all my poisons Talk yourself out of breath Outside of the spectacle you are nothing A societ
eason there for everythingSay your prayers and count your blessings You all make me choke All your pleasures all my poisons Talk yourself out of breath Outside of the spectacle you are nothing A societ
Something comes to kick you up inside
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down
No Rest for the wicked is still how it goes
Twisted up and turning in my bed alone
And separation pains like a blunted amputation
P
One Good Reason Lyrics
Does he believe that you are all his soul could need? Has he made you feel finally sure how love should be? Are you seeing him now in all your secret dreams? Can you & he be hap
ushing endless coins in the telephone Does he believe that you are all his soul could need? Has he made you feel finally sure how love should be? Are you seeing him now in all your secret dreams? Can you & he be hap
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down
So rest in these open arms and lie until they come for you
And tell me everything you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .
Forever running even
Mercy Lord Lyrics
Be gracious to me o God In Thy true love In the fullness of Thy mercy Blot out my misdeeds Create in me a pure heart o God Give me a new and steadfast spirit Do not drive
when we are standing stillBe gracious to me o God In Thy true love In the fullness of Thy mercy Blot out my misdeeds Create in me a pure heart o God Give me a new and steadfast spirit Do not drive
Driven on and fired up as the whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside "I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you"
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the Brixton Road
Eleven sweet years and no nearer home
A hundred thousands miles through this battle zone
Still high on the wire above the hollow darkness
Trying not to look down