Jesus is my friend God is my friend Oh don't go and talk about my father He made this world for us to live in, and gave us everything And all he asks of us is we give each other love Don't go and talk about my father 'Cause God is my friend He loves us

Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide Three hundreds years still no one knows, the secret remains

It is him I love Holy Father Say I shouldn’t be here but I can’t give up his touch Don’t you try and tell me that God doesn’t care for us We need to talk I have a secret

My father told me, lying on his bed of death, "boy," he says, "woman she's gonna make it, don't fool your self 'cause she's got something to make a man lay that money, uh, right in her hand And the very thing that makes her rich will make you poor The

A boat like Gideon Brown In a boat like Gideon Brown Oh Gideon lived across the bay He's gettin' older now His boat is big and strong and bold She has a stalward bow But my father's boat was second hand One someone used before

He was a million miles from a million dollars But you can never spend his wealth When I was a kid, my grandfather was a preacher He said God only helps those Who learn to help themselves Wave, put your hands up, and hands down When I was a kid, I used to

Scorched earth we left A barren land of ash Our fatherland laid waste Be the void our fucking monument At a leaden dawn At this ominous morn Pila loomed on the horizon Talons of the wolverine Exanimate legions formed

Yankee Doodle, keep it up Yankee Doodle dandy Mind the music and the step And with the girls be handy Yankee Doodle went to town A-riding on a pony Stuck a feather in his hat And called it macaroni Father and I went down to camp

How does the bastard, orphan, son of a whore Go on and on Grow into more of a phenomenon? Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loudmouth bother Be seated at the right hand of the father Washington hires Hamilton right on sight But Hamilton still wants to

Tomorrow I ride at dawn Like my father And his father And his father before Watched the soil burn with fire War after war Done things I didn't know I could For the common good Give a man a hundred years