Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we're all gonna die And when we go don't blame us, yeah We'll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We'll never let you go And when you go don't return to me my love Mama, we're all full of lies Mama,

The angels laid him away The angels laid her away Angels laid them away Angels laid him away They laid him six feet under the clay The angels laid them away Louis Collins took a trip out west When he returned, little Delia had gone to rest Louis said to

'Round midnight Let our love take wing some midnight Let the angels sing For your returning Let our love be safe and sound When old midnight comes around It begins to tell 'round midnight I do pretty well 'til after sundown Suppertime I'm feeling sad

When day is done Although I miss your tender kiss The whole day through, I miss you most of all And shadows fall I dream of you! I think of all The joys we knew! That yearning, returning,

When I reminisce about all those years of tribulation, I mostly remember Our songs. We died, and our blood seeped away on the battlefields; but our Songs survived, together with those of us that returned. And as they too Will die one day, our songs will

We are anything When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists I can feel this distance is further and farther without you Contorting to fit somewhere I do not belong

In the enemy land Everyone was shouting When the king came down the hill They were attacked by surprise In the middle of the night They didn't stand a single chance A single chance to fight After the battle they gathered around the king And they had

Nothing fails I'm not religious No more fears But I feel so moved Makes me wanna pray When I get lost in space I can return to this place You washed away my tears Pray you'll always be here

Had enough, almost drowned, when shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground I get up, I get up I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh I get up, when I'm down (Satisfy) yeah yeah, yeah (Satisfy this hunger- you) Sinatra, Big Pepe (Satisfy) oh,

Well the hour of your bedtime's Long been past I can tell when you rub your eyes Won't you run come see St. Judy's Comet Roll across the skies And leave a spray of diamonds In its wake I long to see St. Judy's Comet Sparkle in your eyes