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When I saw you in the garden of Gethsemanie
Drunk when you realized the plan
You fell into the arms of Mary Magdalene
Stain of stigmata on your hands
When the sky fell down on Calvary
I saw the light shining in your eyes, yeah

'cause you and me baby

Now Amos Moses was a Cajun.
He lived by his self in the swamp.
He hunted alligator for livin.
He just knock 'em in the head with a stump.
The Lousisana law gonna get you Amos!
It ain't legal huntin alligator down in the swamp boy!

Now everybody blamed his old man.

You gotta ask yourself this question. Can a man who has fought in the jungles with I.V. Lenin against the running dog capitalist pigs sleeping in a hut so lowly that the rats were as hunchback be my redeemer? And gotta say well maybe yes and maybe no, but I know that I gotta go somewhere, and that somewhere might well be church.

Forty days you've been tired and tempted
Forty nights you've been out in the cold
Every phone line conversation's intercepted
And you can't reconnect ‘cause the frequency is closed

So many miles you've been out of direction

my daddy he was a gambler
abandoned mamma when I was four
all he left us was his old gramophone player
his 45 records he kept under the floorboards
now my boss says I'm good for nothin'
said to sweep this factory floor
they got shania twain, garth brooks on the radio
when I get home tonight

Well baby I'm gettin' stir crazy,
I'm goin' down the avenue,
Meet my connection on the corner,
Between 1:30 a.m. and 2,

I got me a pretty money,
I been hustling so hard all week,
But don't you say "No" baby,

Alabama 3
KEEP YOUR SHADES ON
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Who is it?
Who is it?
Who is it?

He had the hands of a missionary
She had the body of a nun
In the fumblings of their union
They found the key to kingdom come
He bought her a bird in a silver cage
For blessed company, 'cos he knew
one day they're gonna lock the door
And throw away the key

Lord have mercy
mercy
mercy
Lord have mercy
Lord have mercy

There's a picture in the paper that she prayed she'd never see
newsfash bulletins on the radio and on NBC

Alabama 3
MAO TSE TUNG SAID
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Don't get me to hatin'. Love has practically cause me to just get you destroyed. If I had hated a little more, just a little more, we would have had a little less trouble. Sure you got love, principles! But don't say "Hate is my enemy." What they say? What are those words? "Hate is my enemy, I got to fight it day and night... Love's the only weapon" - shit! Bullshit!

Martin Luther King died for his love! Kennedy died talking about something he couldn't even understand, some kind of generalized love, and he never even backed it up! He was shot down! Bullshit, “Love is the only weapon with which I got to fight”. I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I got my claws, I got cutlasses, I got guns, I got dynamite, I got a hell of a lot of fight! I'll fight! I'll fight! I will fight! I will fight! I will fight! I will fight!

He a hit the dance around about midnight
Gin and juice and he's a feelin' fine
A come the morning all the sounds went up
Police man said the joint was shut

All the brothers gettin' busted outside
Undercover officers readin' them their rights
One way ticket boy you prison bound

Sometimes the light don't shine
Sometimes the light don't shine
Sometimes the light don't shine
What?
Sometimes the light don't shine
What?
Rehabilitated

(just pour the gasoline)

She don't get up until the sun goes down
She don't come down until the sun comes up
Drinks her coffee from a broken cup
In a jacket or sunglasses
She didn't get to bed until ten a.m.

The Killer met the King in 1973
in a shotgun shack in southern Tennessee
Jerry said to Elvis, ‘I've a-come for the crown’
The King said to Jerry, ‘Yo,
Shake a tailfeather, brother, now
Come on, follow me down.
They locked the Gates of Eden
But we got a paradise now.’

[Larry Love]
It's a rainy night in Brixton D. Wayne
Why are you taking me downtown?

[D. Wayne Love]
I brought you down here for a reason, Larry
you've been a faithful little reverend
due in the mountain of dessiminating the dope music to people all over the world

I will worship you
and this time we go to thank Jesus
oh, I will worship you, oh, amen

strobe life
and I think tonight I will worship you
strobe life
I will worship you

the world don't seem to fit me
I'm always starin'at the stars
a better life for me in some other galaxy
I wanna get off this world of ours

I got a telescope on the roof
I'm always searchin' the stratosphere
'cause breathin', breathin' it ain't easy

every time I manage to get one more breath into this body
I will sing a song of thanks to you my brothers, my sisters, my friends
may your sleep be peaceful, and angels sing sweetly in your ears
(I got to be an angel one night)

he puts his shooter in the boot
got a whiskey at the wheel
drivin too fast down the avenue

You saw the fire in the firmament
I saw the pestilence on the land
You heard the redeemer but you
Refused to take my hand
You told me 'bout the rapture
And the visions to behold,
I ain't heard nothing
All I want to know

I'm in a lonely room
Hank Williams sings the Lovesick Blues
Winter's walking up the avenue
And I ain't seen the sunshine since the 6th of June
But I tell you this

Chorus:
Don't call the doctor, I'm gonna get better

I wanna go deep down yeh
I wanna go deep down yeh
‘Cause I remember

Met down by the river, the blue moon on the rise
I broke down like Brando moved by your Marilyn Monroe eyes
We were swimmin in silver, we were searchin for gold
And we promised that night that we would never grow old

f I were ever to die
not likely say I
because I am gonna go on and on
just like the sun you see come up every dawn
I'm there, eternal
you know, the power I have is the power to unleash love in every sphere
I can make ladies rise from the dead no fear
watch how I do it listen up here

And after three days of drinkin' with Larry Love
I just get an inklin' to go on home
So, I'm walkin' down Coldharbour Lane
Head hung low, three or four in the mornin'

The suns comin' up and the birds are out singing
I let myself into my pad
Wind myself up that spiral staircase

You woke up this morning
Got yourself a gun,
Your mama always said you'd be
The Chosen One.

She said: You're one in a million
You've got to burn to shine,
But you were born under a bad sign,

Another psychopath in Iowa, loadin' up another round
While the NRA in Columbine hunt Marilyn Manson down
Powder in the Pentagon, cruel letters in the mail
Some KKK white supremacist, cookin' up a dose of race-hate

I tell you now

I don't need no country

The Yellow Rose of Texas came down by the Eildon Tree
As her hair shone in the morning sun, her eyes were wild and free
And I knew I would go with her, 'cos she put a spell on me

She told me she would take me where the Johnson folk still trade
She carried gold and silver and the finest French brocade
I told her I had nothing, just my shoes and my old hat
She said, ‘Watch out where you’re walkin' tonight, 'cos I've seen 'em killed for much less than that…’