Gino Vannelli lyrics
Gino Vannelli lyrics
"A Little Bit Of Judas Lyrics"
Super Powers Enable Me To Blend In With Machinery Lyrics
It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust But
It's all wrinkled elbow shirts and poker faces on this bus Back to a nitch dug just like a ditch in this city's weathered crust But
Well, you can wear those pajamas like those Tibetan llamas all day
You can be the ascetic profound and prophetic in most every way
You can model your life after Christ or suffice with Simon Peter
You can bathe in holy water bow to Gideon or Gautama
Or the pyramids of Giza
You can wear your frock,
After The Day Lyrics
I water the flowers, I caress the cat Perception cowers in icy nets Tears follow tears, a drift to the sea Imagine your smile Explodi
your collar, or your shawlI water the flowers, I caress the cat Perception cowers in icy nets Tears follow tears, a drift to the sea Imagine your smile Explodi
But there's a little bit of Judas in us all
You can keep your conscience swept clean
Your front lawn looking green
It's a keen neighborhood
You visit your sick mother weekly
Spring for charity freely like a moral man should
You brought two children in' the
War Pigs (Alternative Lyrics) Lyrics
Witches gathered at black masses Bodies burning in red ashes On the hill the church of ruins Is the scene of evil doings It's the pla
world a little boy, a little girlWitches gathered at black masses Bodies burning in red ashes On the hill the church of ruins Is the scene of evil doings It's the pla
You dutifully clothe and you feed them
ou come straight home to your wife
You want no trouble in your life
You swear you'll never cheat on them
Now suddenly you're feeling so small
'Cause there's a little bit of Judas in us all
Well, excuse my digress
Space Wray Lyrics
Captain Link, aboard the good Jet 'Harris', searches for the mad scientist, Joe Meek, on the planet of Shadows, arf arf! But joins well onto
ionCaptain Link, aboard the good Jet 'Harris', searches for the mad scientist, Joe Meek, on the planet of Shadows, arf arf! But joins well onto
But I had the distinct impression she loved me so
So as not to try her conscience
She handed me a crock of nonsense while she bled me slow
Now her picture hangs on the wall to remind me
There's a little bit of Judas in us all
A little bit of Judas, a little bit of Judas,
In us all