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 The Saints are Marching In

  Children of the Damned

  

 He's walking like a small child But watch his eyes burn you away Black holes in his golden stare God knows he wants to go home Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned He's walking like a dead man If he had lived he would have crucified us all Now he's standing on his last step He thought oblivion, well, it beckons us all Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned Children of the damned Now it's burning his hands He's turning to laugh Smiles as the flame sears his flesh Melting his face, screaming in pain Peeling the skin from his eyes Watch him die according to plan He's dust on the ground, what did we learn? Oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh You're children of the damned Your back's against the wall You turn into the light You're burning in the night You're children of the damned Like candles watch them burn Burning in the light You'll burn again tonight Children of the damned

The Graves 

 

 

 

 

Déja Vú 

 When you see familiar faces But you don't remember where they're from Could you be wrong?  When you've been particular places That you know you've never been before Can you be sure?  'Cause you know this has happened before And you know that this moment in time is for real And you know when you feel deja-vu  Feel like I've been here before Feel like I've been here before Feel like I've been here before Feel like I've been here before  Ever had a conversation That you realise you've had before? Isn't it strange?  Have you ever talked to someone And you feel you know what's coming next? It feels pre-arranged  'Cause you know that you've heard it before And you feel that this moment in time is surreal 'Cause you know when you feel deja-vu  Feel like I've been here before Feel like I've been here before Feel like I've been here before Feel like I've been here before 

 March of Time

 

  Hours of lust Hours of tears Passing by before my eyes Today, tomorrow, yesterday, one life Days of joy Days of sadness Come and go to pass me by A month, a year, one hundred years, they fly Oh, one day I will be gone to lead another life No, and this world will stop to turn around with me 'Cause time Marches time Marches on without us all Never stops Yes time Marches time Marches on and on and on Flies eternally Times of peace Times of fights Constant movement is our life Can't stop no more, not until we die We long for more eternity, and maybe there's another life This one is short, no matter how you try Oh, but never give up all the hope to lead a good life No, don't waste your given time to make things worse Time Marches time Marches on without us all Never stops Yes time Marches time Marches on and on and on Flies eternally Please please help me see The best way to be Make a change and we live eternally No more wasted years No more wasted tears Life's too short to cry Long enough to try Time Marches time Marches on without us all Never stops Yes time Marches time Marches on and on and on Flies eternally

The Rhythm of the Saints 

 

Rhythm Divine 

Marching in 

 Understand...

  Oh, when the saints go marchin' in When the saints go marching in Lord I want to be in that number When the saints go marchin' in  Now when the sun refuse to shine When that sun refuses to shine Oh, I wanna be in that number When the sun refuse to shine  Now when that horn begins to blow When that trumpet begins to blow Oh I know wanna be in that number, yeah When that horn begins to blow  Oh, when they march around the throne When they march around the throne, yeah Wanna be in that number When they march around the throne  Yeah, when they crown Him Lord of all When they crown Him Lord of all Lord I want, I wanna be in that number When they crown Him Lord of all  Yeah, when the saints march on in Saints go marchin' in I wanna be in that number When the saints go marchin' in You might also like When the Saints Go Marching In Louis Armstrong Take Me Home, Country Roads John Denver Holy Forever Chris Tomlin When the saints march on in Saints go marchin' in I wanna be in that number When the saints go marchin' in  When the saints go Marchin' in  When the saints march on in Saints go marchin' in I wanna be in that number When the saints go marchin' in  When the saints go Marchin' in

 When the Saints Go Marching In

  

 

  Funeral March

 

 

 

   

Obvious Child

 

 

Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride Or maybe I'm a dog who's lost it's bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep through the night Some people say a lie's a lie's a lie But I say why Why deny the obvious child? Why deny the obvious child? And in remembering a road sign I am remembering a girl when I was young And we said these songs are true These days are ours These tears are free And hey The cross is in the ballpark The cross is in the ballpark We had a lot of fun We had a lot of money We had a little son and we thought we'd call him Sonny Sonny gets married and moves away Sonny has a baby and bills to pay Sonny gets sunnier Day by day by day by day Well I've been waking up at sunrise I've been following the light across my room I watch the night receive the room of my day Some people say the sky is just the sky But I say Why deny the obvious child? Why deny the obvious child? Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself How it's strange that some rooms are like cages Sonny's yearbook from high school Is down from the shelf And he idly thumbs through the pages Some have died Some have fled from themselves Or struggled from here to get there Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair Well I'm accustomed to a smoother ride Or maybe I'm a dog that's lost his bite I don't expect to be treated like a fool no more I don't expect to sleep the night Some people say a lie is just a lie But I say the cross is in the ballpark Why deny the obvious child? Woooooh, woooh ho wooooh Wooooh hoo wooooh Wooooh hoo...

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The Saints

Gimme, gimme, sell your souls I skin and strip you bold My revenue ain't yours All means my way, I'm mighty I clutch what's mine, yours sevenfold I leave you in the cold Got all my schemes in place You stifle in my maze All you shysters Seek shelter on the last day While you laugh loud, disclaiming As your dire end will come dawn on you Ah, you! Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us The saints are marching again And harvest souls They're taking every single one The saints march again And harmony Is here, ye can go testify Don't you dream you're ever safe I'll get you in your grave Go molest your heirs with my Sleight of hand attorneys I profit at your dear expense Cash in, perform my prance Relinquish and lose what you Toiled for, anyway All you shysters Seek shelter on the last day While you laugh loud, disclaiming As your dire end will come dawn on you Ah, you! Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us The saints are marching again And harvest souls They're taking every single one The saints march again And harmony Is here, ye can go testify Ah, you! Possessed, in your mask, and a dirty heart Unrest in ye must've been the devil in all of us The saints are marching again And harvest souls They're taking every single one The saints march again And harmony Is here, ye can go testify Is here, ye can go testify Is here, ye can go testify