The boys of the NYPD choir For Christmas day And the bells were ringing out Still singing "Galway Bay" It was Christmas Eve babe In the drunk tank An old man said to me, won't see another one And then he sang a song The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I know you, and I think I love you When I'm down and feelin' sad,you always comfort me I know you and can't you feel our love just growing,growing, growing, growing, To know you, is to love you,but to know me, is not that way you see 'Cause you make me,

He’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss

I'll do the Chicago promenade My door is locked, my debts are paid My back was turned I did not see That shadow climbing up on me I took my turn at fixing hearts But that goes bad before it starts I'm desperate now, I must say If I die now before I'm old

A man can't face the cold, hard truth And closing time is when I'll leave. Till then it's just between this bottle and me. Yeah, this is just between the bottle and me. With nothing less than 90 proof. Didn't come in here for your sympathy, And a honky

I'll be coming home I'm coming home I won't sin Tend your light 'Cause on this night I've been away Searching for a reason Another purpose to find

If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me to do If I ever lose my faith You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy church You could say I lost my sense of direction You could say

Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin' Ain't nobody hoping and praying 'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that Life goes black when those lights

This is the final boarding call for flight 1259 Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis Damn G the spot's gettin' hot So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot? Police looking at niggas through a microscope In L.A. everybody and

Time has worn the soldiers down Marched for many miles In the eastern lands so cursed Time to make a stand Tsar has scorched his nation's land Nothing to be found Hunger grasp the soliders heart 20 000 men strong