Sing You Sinners - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Sing You Sinners
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Sam Coslow, W Franke Harling

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Lyric:
Once a mockingbird, dig, he was overheard, what?
Singing out a word, I, to a cattle heard, heard

All you bovine creatures dig what I'm layin' down!
All you sinners drop everything, everything
Let the melody and the harmony ring, let it ring
Lift arms up to heaven and sing, ring a ding
Sing you sinners won't you sway and swing, what a thing

Start with clappin' your hands all about, all about
Don't be silent, let the Lord hear you shout, shout it out
And just let the music come out of your snout
Sing you sinners won't you sway and swing, check it out

Dig the drift of what I mean in a world where there's no music
Old scratch Satan gets his kicks, he's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up and down the banks
Of that river Styx

You're so wicked baby, and you're depraved, you can rave
It's apparent that you have misbehaved, to your grave
But if you should wanna be saved, just behave
Take a listen now to the bird

Stop all that chewin' your curd and all that standin' in the mud there
Swing people! Swing every chortle from your mortal, portal
I know that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
Hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show
If you sing, you gotta swing

But remember that the day will come when you
Will be just steak on a plate, folks, you know it's fate
So dig the music of the swing of sphere
Before your swing arrives too late

That's a little too dark
Still, it is true, we've got breath for such a limited time
What, are ya stupid, ya cows?
You'd think to sing was a crime

In defense now, hence now, here comes Adele Mccluck
Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard
Of the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows
As they shed their way from Tea garden to Fuller

Instead of spendin' every day just sneakin' around
To live another lick, these cats work on their cow tone
So when they get up to blow
They blow a fatter bone tone into the ozone

And furthermore, you tweety-birds are always singin' away
Never givin' up a thought of what you say
We cows do shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start settlin' to play, we could say
A moo is an array of what we've always known to be
The best and only way to play, what we mean to say is

Before the band will let ya sing, sing with Fletcher Henderson
You've got to get your self to swing like the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow, a single note or two of deeper thinking
That's the way to swing

So set your mind upon a tone when you're shedding all alone
And you will have a cornerstone like the bass trombone
Blow your horn and take a bow, so that you're swinging like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us

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Flipmode Iz Da Squad - Lyrics - Rampage

Title: Flipmode Iz Da Squad
Artist: Rampage
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, B Reed, G Underwood, David Axelrod, A Colon, Cleveland Delaney, Roger Mcnair, George Spivey, Trevor Smith, Wayne Lewis

Lyric:
Drop it
Uh, ladies and gentlemen

Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
(Flipmode is da squad)

It's the ramp auto nigga you've been waiting for, the outlaw
Throwing brothers off the seashore, this is your detour
Flipmode take you to war, kids in the hood can't take it no more
I'm the one you looking for
If eight is enough, I rock my stuff, watch you get cuff
Yo, you fucking with the wrong bluff
I got more King than Just
Niggas make me mad, now I got to squeeze and bust
Bringing harm with my lucky charm, me and Saddam
I can't keep calm, release the bomb, (boom)
Radiation, to the nation, call your congregation
My Squad is on plantation
And word up, Rampage, last nigga scout
Quick to punch a nigga in his mouth
That's word to down south
Brothers bite my rhymes, acting on preps, spinning my lyrics
Putting in their lyrical concepts
This is rap with no rules
Fuck being cool, old school or new school
I'm supreme, I'm on the fat winning team
A lot of clicks wanna dream, peep my theme
I'm in it to win it, you damn right I'm getting cream
Microphone fiend, uh

Ehhh, eh eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh eh eh eh eh eh, eh
Hallelujhah, kids hear this (this), you got to hear this (this)
Flipmode's the one and your shit should hear this
Splitting the guns, causing a earthquake
My contradict thick like a Mickey D shake
I give the shit that I know you can't take
Fuck out my way for heaven's sake
I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue
(Clue)
Shoo fly shoo fly shoo
Everything's peachy keen neato
Tommy coming fast like Speedo
Make a blast like a torpedo
Deep like Captain Nemo
I brings the primo
My life will be nitro large, jumbo
Your shit be itty bitty bitty bitty micro
In your ass like a vaccine
Point MC's to my hilly bill jeans
I eat MC's with rice and beans (beans), rice and greens (greens)
I wreck the whole scene
Serious, true brother, should not scream

Yo yo, yo, yo
Yo check this here, I be the thug up in your ear
From here to Cakalaka, the microphone attacker
Spliff I split psycho soloist, one of the dopest
Singing songs on recess when I'm giving one fuck, uhh
Pastor of disaster, I brings it on
My Flipmode niggas be like Children Of The Corn
Running through your block blasting (pow)
With no questions asking
Putting bullet holes through your fucking latest fashion
The ignorant immigrant
Magnificent, like Morrocco
Stacking that cheddar like nacho
The number one honcho
Dirty nigga desperado rhyme well bravo
Freestyle felon oops upside your fucking melon
Breaking fool on they ass just like George did to Helen
I got the world yelling
Hit the punashatach unitl it start smelling

Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
Y'all siga siga sing it
(Flipmode is da squad)

Yo yo, yo, yo, yo let me continue
Motherfucker I'm about to send you (ha ha ha ha)
Check me out, the demon done got up in you
What the fuck you talking about I've been waiting
I wanna talk to you, shit, watery shit
Caught the 24 hour flu, soft
Of course, blow you off course
Flying through the sky like the Pegasus horse
You lost to be the boss, I toss
Kill corny niggas with no remorse
Turn my lights off, turn my mic on
Yo Busta Rhymes could manifest so who'd be the true lyric icon
It really don't matter how much bigger
I storm all over motherfuckers, like some end of the world niggas
Like rapid fire, chicka cha, blaow
Bust a shot all up in your face, nigga what now
Mistaken enough I just breaking chicken
Prepare for the undertaking, your whole body faking
I always try my hardest to keep communicating
But you ain't relating
You fucked up on what I'm making
Watch, how we attract like magnets, break your body down to fragments
Cut you down to half size, quarter size, eighth size, nigga
Get up off my dick
Chop you up and bag you up just like a half a brick
Reversible, rehearsable, Busta Rhymes, almighty merciful
Dismantle, example, your whole crew will get trampled
Follow the example, the lyrical nutritionist, the abolitionist
I revolutionize the music like a fucking revolutionist
Busta Rhymes will stay snapping while bitches keep on yapping
When my shit is done, you fuckers start clapping, what the happened
Rhymes feel like a bunch of diesel niggas, hype niggas
We be them type niggas, them side swipe niggas
While you be the apprentice
My dick up in your mouth just like a dentist
You Seventh Day Adventist
My rhymes is in the, uhh
For memory laps, no halfs, caught up in traps
I cross country like traveling maps
Worldwide

One, nation indivisible, with, liberty the god individual
Cripple you
Colonize like pirates and criminals
Convicted of world crimes while I'm world wide in flows
Modernize and digital
Evacuate civilize
Billions tumble
My skill guzzle
Iced tea with cop killas, top billas now
So binoculars to follow
Blood drops in spillage
In treetops my gorillas collapse shit, like Alaskan winters (ha)
Sinners (ha) frostbit
Lost sleds and lost fingers
Lord, commander of large missile militias
Pick, up, dust, like the share croppers galoshes
And spray Agent Orange from helicopters on impostors
Then I, return like a
Jed-i, with guns are Han Solo and never, seen, three, P.O's
The good against evil, flash forever
Spread mash and take
Drastic measures, blast berrettas
I carry nines like math professors
Lord Have, drop jewels, sword slash
Rob crews that snatch treasures
Halt, the global giant unfolds the science
Unify blends the fire to the sea
I bring crisis and crucifixion with the newest Scriptures
Rugged who control hundreds
Who stay cold blooded like anemics
Paint pictures that keep minds twisted like spinal defects
Spit jewels
Watch your platoon
Lick wounds
And form scabs before they grif again
It's Lord hittin 'em
And as the world turns, like, Holy Koran scripts
My response is to keep repping, son
Terrorize, for six days
And gon' rest on the seventh one

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Playboy - Lyrics - The Hunger for More - Lloyd Banks

Title: Playboy
Album: The Hunger for More
Artist: Lloyd Banks
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyd, Brian Hines, Denny Laine

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Lyric:
Aw man, can I get a raw beat?
Y'all ready, y'all ready
For the main man
The Lloyd Banks

Guess who's the man this winter, straight out the land of sinners
The Range is tan with spinners, check out the white mirrors
Blow with the damn winners, while you and your man's finished
Two in your Rams fitteds, turn off your light switch

Holdin' my torch down, even when the force 'round
You let your wife roam, she want a divorce now
You niggaz ain't this gully, play it I paint your skully
You never take this from me the riders and all the gangsters love me

You shouldn't be a problem, I ain't be a problem
See you later I read your head, you be a Robin
I know your type, hoppin' all over beat screamin'
You call it hypin' yourself up, I call it street dreamin'

I do it for all the haters, the players roll with the 'gators
They lookin' forward to favors, gossip is all they gave us
You niggaz wasn't quiet, meet the whales and the fishes
You leak the precinct up, play Tattletale with the snitches

Even my momma knows, I got all kind of hoes
They wait outside of shows, strict after the diner close
I'll get designer clothes, without the wine or rose
Take off my baby blue mink, and Carolina Vogues

Come here, take a look inside a entertainer's closet
I never trust a bitch, I blame Lorena Bobbitt
Niggaz stay in pocket, I know you're mad at me
But shit ain't all peaches and cream, and I ain't Sara Lee
Bitch

Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(What)
Ride
(Right, damn)
(Let's go)

I do this for the hood, niggaz stuck in the slammer
I smile 'cause I'm good, you act tough for the camera
Run from the lil' kids, they fuckin' with Santa
'Cause they like 2Pac more, word? Word to my grandma

I figure I might as well leave here with my glock drawn
'Cause they'll take ya to jail, even when you're not wrong
Dawg, you're not this flashy, jux you got to blast me
Every rock is classy, nobody on your block can match me

You shouldn't wanna fight, unless you wanna fight
For your life in the hospital a hundred nights
I know your type, run behind your girlfriend rushin'
You call it quality time, I call it handcuffin'

I'm on a beach in Miami, so you ain't reachin' my family
All weekend with panties from Puerto Rican Cammie
You niggaz wasn't tough, I shoulda snapped two flicks
You wore your pants tight, played Pitty-Pat with the chicks

Even my father knows, where the revolver goes
I bring the beef to your front door like Dominoes
And my diamonds froze, that mean my time is froze
Me in the club from when it's poppin' 'til the time it close

Half of these so-called real niggaz'll probably sing
Nah, I ain't pullin' over, learned that from Rodney King
So tell your homey chill, you know I hold the steel
Everything be jabs and hooks, and you ain't Holyfield
Nigga

Don't ice me, you starin' at the wrong one
It's a lot of girls here, go and get a grown one
We at the bar poppin' bottles 'til they all gone
If you ain't leavin' here with us, you can walk home
'Cause someone else will, they know how we ride
If you a playboy, you got one on East side
Keep your mouth closed, we don't let the beef ride

Everybody on the left get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
Everybody on the right get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
Everybody up front get yo' hands up
(Get yo' hands up)
And everybody out back get yo' hands up
(What)

And if you in here with a strap get yo' hands up
(What)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)

What, man fuck what he said man, put 'em up
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)
Now put 'em up
(Put 'em up!)

Ooh
Lloyd Banks, what?
Ooh!

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Down South Camp Meetin' - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Down South Camp Meetin'
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Fletcher Henderson, Irving Mills

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Lyric:
Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival)
Losers, winners, answer my call
'Cause right now the tent's up
(Really it is)

The word's out
(Truly, it is)
An' has been since the dawn
(Hear me tell ya)

The call's out
(Really it is)
An' we're 'bout
(Tendin' t' biz)

To get this meetin' on, hear me tellin' you
Brothers n' sisters who want to repent
(That's right)
You'll find what you've been lookin' for
Right here in the tent

Lend an ear an' you'll see
'Cause when it comes t' needin' savin'
Ain' nobody knows it better than me
I was so low that I know
That only a miracle like this
Is the only way t' heavenly bliss

It's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it
I know it 'cause I been taken through it
Now the spirit's in me
An' allowed the Lord t' win me
I can testify to it

Sweet, sweet the angel's song
Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for
For ever so long
I never again imagine livin' life
Like I was livin' when I lived wrong

Get ready
(Sing)
Here they come, the choir's all set
Be steady
(Pray)
See the people fillin' them pews

Be willin'
(All)
To announce without a regret
It's thrillin'
(Day)
Tell the world the wonderful news

Folks are troopin' in from far 'n near
F' news that they can hardly wait to hear
They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin'
For food for the soul, yeah
Starved 'cause they're waitin'
For what will not grow old

Preacher's openin' up the book
He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look
'N then he'll start tellin' everyone
Jus' how t' do, yeah
Start tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeah

Sister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin'
An' jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit
The congregation's stompin' its feet
An' everybody's movin' outta their seat
They really gonna get this meetin' on
An' praise the Lord until the dawn

Hear that preacher spread the word
(Hear that Preacher)
'Cause it's the greatest word you ever heard
He's our teacher when he says

"I'm callin' sinners right now you hear?
I'm callin' sinners right to me
When ol' Satan grabs your soul
When he grabs you, it takes the Lord's true word
To break his hold, trouble nabs you

So I say, you got to listen mostly to me
You got to listen closely
Don't let the devil catch y' nappin'
Gotta' keep the vigil every minute
Or the devil surely get you

Watch your step 'n how you act
Watch what you do
Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact
He wants you too, if anyone can stop him, I can
That's why I'm the Preacher Man"

We hear the word, we hear your voice
We know there really isn't any other choice

Head f' heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes)

Heaven knows
(Yes)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes)
Come get aboard
(We still got space)

Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y' can
(Yes)
Sinner man
(Yes)
Get on as fast as you can

Head f' heaven t'day
(We're on the gospel train)
We can show you the way
(Relieve all strain)
Leave your cares and your woes
(Yes)

Heaven knows
(Yes)
Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes
(Yes!)
Come get aboard
(We still got space)

Hear the word of the Lord
(We saved your place)
Save your soul while y' can
(Yes)
Sinner man
(Yes)
Get on as fast as you can

You've heard the sermon sublime
Down south camp meetin' time

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Get In Line Brother - Lyrics - Stuart Marty

Title: Get In Line Brother
Artist: Stuart Marty
Composer(s): Lester Flatt

Lyric:
Oh, listen to me sinners, don't you want to go
For some day he's comin' back again you know
If that wrong ain't righted, you'll be lost in sin
Get in line brother, he will take you in

Get in line brother if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singing this old time song
Get in line brother if you wanna go home

If I could tell you brother just how I feel
Then I'm sure, you'll know the love of God is real
Then you'll be praying while I sing this song
Get in line brother, if you wanna go home

Get in line brother if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singing this old time song
Get in line brother if you wanna go home

Now listen to me Satan, I have righted that wrong
Got a one-way ticket and I'm goin' home
I've got no worries as I sing this song
Get in line brother if you wanna go home

Get in line brother if you wanna go home
Get on your knees and righten that wrong
Then you'll be singing this old time song
Get in line brother if you wanna go home

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Dangerous Mindz - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Dangerous Mindz
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Anthony Ian Berkeley, Selwyn Bougard, Arnold Ethen Hamilton, Robert Diggs

Lyric:
I got stress on my brain that causes chest pains
Inside the best frames, ghetto blood clots is scored by slug shots
And drug spots, well, if you're too poor to move out
Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts

And you doubt God exists, when hard fists
Be poundin' on your head like jackhammers
You're trapped in the black drama, you hear the laughter
Seconds after that you fade out, you're played out, you're laid out

Your heart nearly gave out, you're lucky that you made out
With just a few scars when the beating ends
The streets let ya breathe again
But evil men, will soon be on the receiving end

Of Universal Law, I'm callin' on the meek and the poor
To fight back and never forfeit the day you have to go to war
With forces that are armed upon the seven continental borders
A mental fortress is essentials to absorb this

My sword hits the human orb until it orbits
In the art of war kids see Grym Reap be morbid
Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past
Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids

To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days of concentration
And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan
I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I stay Grym
Throwin' fools in in a pit full of pit bulls to be shaken

Or strapped to the crossroads of Hell and inner sin
Which trap the sinners in to sell such a Sing-Sing
I bring Grym tidings, tidal your wave all not exciting
Stop riding the dick, start writin' your own shit

'Cause I stick figures, they think they fat and can't rap wind blast
I make 'em Slim Fast, lookin' like stick figures
I'm all that, I bag chips at concerts and shows
Get more panties than hoes that boost Victoria Secret clothes

Foes is tagged like ex-foes toes at the coroner's
Kids with cold feet rise and fall like the barometer
Grym will mentally chop your career
See, shit is locked down here, like penitentiary blocks in tears

Escape outta your ducts, every time you hear my name
You better duck fate or catch a fuckin' face full of duct tape
You get smacked like a trick that sniffed off her money
Then smoked like Rzarector with the blunts dipped in honey

Rotate your head like a gyro, my hair grows in knotty spirals
Feet resembles Christ's description from the Bible
Water-walker, immune to all physical torture
Pull out fast in a Porsche upon a double-crosser

My penis rise up in the morning like a Phoenix
And blast iron cells into a low blooded 'nemic
The imperial material's venereal
MC's get murdered in serial, you can't fuck with the material

Unorthodox paradox, my shit is seen wide-screen Magnavox
Grabs thought like Doctor Octopus
'Cause war like the grandson of Kush
I'm hangin' devil's heads on a evergreen bush

Sugar-frosted sorceresses, bitches get exhausted
Pussy lips be drippin', like leaky faucets
Undercover C-Cyphers sprayed up like windshield wipers
While I'm guzzlin' Piper's, changin' my son's shitty-ass diapers

Dime piece trapped in sync like many time piece
You get stampeded by the wildabeast
A rap dast' plus tracks black like Chow Yun Fat
Oppositional forces get their eardrums flat

Common denominator, I swing the mic saber like Vader
He was fooled by the interpreatation made from a traitor
MC's get their wigs blown, trounced off my fistbone
Choked from my death, every time they break a wishbone

Eventually, I knew the whole world would mention me
Potentially, I have the key to make G's
MC's breeze on my tracks, I rock the root with the trees
Killa bees spread rapid like diseases

See it's, like the second comin' of Jesus, of Nazareth
Be fabulous, raise the dead crowd up like Lazarus
Hazardous vocabulary attacks be beautiful
Acoustical notes we provoke, it comes out musically dope

Niggaz realize they just can't cope
They're here, bustin' out the head resembles fire and smoke Loc
I blast watts in circuits like General Monk-Monk was Turkish
My science is divided deep into your central nervous

Pervert area codes peep this murder
I'm boxed-in, suckin' hologram tits, inhalin' oxygen
Parallel world of crab niggas and sea shells mix
I pierce my dick and sword right through you pelvics

I'm hell stricken bomb, wrapped in trees of palm
Physical existence is descendants of Allah
I travel at high rates, weaker men are primates
That either migrate or get burnt to the stake

I feed off lyrical light beams of amphetamine
My terminology is panatomic like lobotomy
Crazy el loco, gas niggaz like Sunoco
Flush 'em like Presto, Blast in your chest bone

I raise from the shore, like Sodom and Gomorrah
With traction, flashin' a 4-wheel drive Ford Explorer
While mucus lies within the center of the Rubik's
The roots of the wine induced the enzymes inside your nucleus

Turmoil boilin' appointed, niggaz rubbin' off my style like a ointment
Lost in the Sahara, From trial and error
Confused with 3 meals for Sister Sara

Bearer, digestin' minerals in abundance
Because the dead is not known to return from the dungeons

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Get Happy - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Get Happy
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Harold Arlen, Ted Koehler

Lyric:
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Come you sinners, gather 'round
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
All you sinners I have found

A land where the weary forever are free
Come you sinners and just follow me

Forget your troubles and just get happy
Ya better chase all your cares away
Sing Hallelujah, c'mon get happy
Get ready for the Judgment Day

The sun is shinin' c'mon get happy
The Lord is waiting to take your hand
Shout Hallelujah c'mon get happy
We're goin' to the Promised Land

We're headin' 'cross the river
Wash our sins away in the tide
It's all so peaceful
On the other side

Forget your troubles and just get happy
Ya better chase all your cares away
Shout Hallelujah, c'mon get happy
Get ready for the Judgment Day

We're headin' 'cross the river
Wash your sins away in the tide
It's all so peaceful
On the other side

Forget your troubles and just get happy
Ya better chase all your cares away
Shout Hallelujah c'mon get happy
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Get ready for the Judgment Day

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Hark! The Herald Angels Sing - Lyrics - Joy: A Holiday Collection - Jewel

Title: Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Album: Joy: A Holiday Collection
Artist: Jewel
Composer(s): Traditional Arif Mardin, Steve Skinner

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Lyric:
Ohh aa haa

Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King"
Peace on earth, and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled
Joyful all you nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With angelic host proclaim
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King"

(Ooo)
Christ by highest Heaven adored
Christ the everlasting Lord
(Ooo)
Late in time behold him come
Offspring of the favored one
Veiled in flesh, the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with men to dwell
Jesus our Emmanuel
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King"

Ohh, haa
Oh o
Ha

Hail the Heaven born Prince of peace
Hail the Son of righteousness
Light and life to all He brings
Risen with healing in His wing
(Mild He lays His glory by)
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King"
(To the newborn King)
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Chestnut Street - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Chestnut Street
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

Lyric:
Well, I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved
In these small town streets too long
I've been up with the winners and down with the sinners
And hung on this corner 'til dawn

And my hands, they have been tied
To a life I've been denied
I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And workin' from nine to five

By the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I'd come staggering home
With a dream in my hand and a master plan
That wouldn't leave my mind alone

And I compromised all my schemes
And fluctuated all my dreams
I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And nothing is like it really seems

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
The young girls fall back and say
There goes that sleek young silhouette
He don't drive no Corvette, but he stings just like a Sting Ray

And that's my only redemption in this house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away
'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, God don't take this away

I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions
Gonna help me hide my pain
And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather-studded belt
Of not finding fortune and fame

Yeah, but some day I'll blow 'em away
With the things that I may sing and might say
I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And waitin' for my pay-dirt day

I'm just a small town boy, bein' used like a toy
And waitin' for my pay day

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