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,

'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 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

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

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

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,

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,

Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage. Mersey River, fare thee well. Well, I am bound for California, but I know that I'll return someday. So fare thee well, my own true love. When I return united we will be. It's not the leaving of

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