56 lyrics for "To my children"
Somebody put something in my drink Somebody put something It feels like somebody put something I can't think Somebody Put Something In My Drink Another night out on the street Stopping for my usual seat Oh, bartender, please
PlayNeed a bishop preaching fire To get away with my sins Despise everything I see I come from the ashes of molten hatred Raised by the demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have
PlayNo food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet Hard times, hard times Hard times seem like a jealous thing My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own If someone don't help me And I just can't be around three months long No shoes on
PlayWe're not gonna fall Take my hand and fly Will you ever be that tall Don't you be afraid Give me a reason bitch They try kicking and screaming Contation break us apart
PlayGet me some division, I called the dead by night to the god! Allay the chaos! Chains to my last victim! Set up the lights on the way to the skies Raising my sword to the lord! Calling your death in a black obsession, The only way wow!
PlayWell, I've been 'fraid of changin' 'Cause I've built my life around you But time makes you bolder Even children get older And I'm gettin' older, too And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills Well, the landslide will bring it down I took my
PlayWell the landslide brought me down Well, I've been afraid of changin' 'Cause I built my life around you But time makes you bolder Children get older I'm getting older too And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
PlayThank you god for this fine day Bless all the children of the world And thank you for the plants And the animals Bring me sweet dreams tonight And help me be good tomorroe Noah's came to my house one day With all his animals And he took me away
PlayI wish I knew nothing at all Oh, I'm missing all the things I knew Yet wish I knew nothing at all Three's my lucky number And fortune comes in threes But I wish I knew that number That even little children seem to see Oh, I'm missing everything I knew
PlayYour abuse will end right here No longer will your family fear A gunshot to head of trepidation My promise if you ever lay a finger (Open fire, build the pyre) You starve your children on neglect Then feed their bellies with fear Concussion bat to the
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