[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Dette er den siste tid Et samfunn i strid Med det levende gudgitte ord Som har frelse for hver og en som tror Kan du
[music: Hauk - lyrics: Djerv] Vi har en arv uten like Borgerett i det evige riket Vunnet med et rent hjerte Stadfestet med Sonnens smerte [Chorus]
Herdeiro da Pampa Pobre (Gaucho da fronteira/vaine darde) ?que pampa e essa que eu recebo agora com a missao de cultiver raizes se dessa pampa que me
There was a young man named Arthur Gordon Heir to a large family fortune Walking 'round, all prissy and full of himself Pissing money, showing his wealth
Heavy brains Heaving words In the twigs, in the dirt Cold, hard tongue against a glistening earth Blind high Blind high Blind high He was flat on his
New inheritors of earth You overestimate your worth Reverberations of a reverie The false certificate of birth No vaccination for your curse Maybe the
What would you do? What would you do, If desperation called for you? What would you do? A big black cloud of smoke You can't crimp it by the jackal throat
Despite probable cause Despite ongoing tests We have reason to believe In your disappearance Sparkle, swivel, sparkle Stack of Government checks Stack
That night he hurt you bad In that green, pastel summer dress You'd die alone with the land A hollow head in its hands But everybody does that But with
I'll play dumb I'll play dead In your mausoleum Insectivorous Caught up in the cloth Wrapped up in the gauze Of your summer dress Highlights shimmering
A terrible man, A desperate attempt to make amends, Wrote a song for a girl Who could not, but just imagine About something he read once About static
They don't know you Maybe they do They don't have the evidence They ain't got the proof Black camera Black camera They never been through What you been
You're a righteous woman Let the breeze brush off your back Summer's salty fingertips My woman, let the meaning dislocate We are tongues and shoulder
I have dreamed I've dreamed your image I've begun to believe You have ceased to exist In the tangible world The blistering humming We sleep Thousands
First thing I wanna say is I came in the door nineteen eighty four Paint on the wall, got chased by the law Once got soul in the place full of flows
[ CHORUS ] (2X) Man, you win some, lose some They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome In my life I done caught some and threw some And I done been
I was up and out my mothers house at 17 Been a grown ass married man ever since Family reunions, I'm talked about but never seen Cause I learned that
[ CHORUS ] You just don't know what you do to me If you would just give me a chance then I'm sure you'll see, baby You just don't know what you do to