SISTER CHANTELLE It's a wedding y'all, so clap your hands Boys ___ blessed ____ boys ____ (?) Raise the roof and take it down We love the way (?)___________________
But I must confess I came up empty CHORUS You alone the Lord most holy You alone the Lord most high Hear us now, steer our hearts And grant our prayers We bare
EVERYONE Yeah! NADIA Clear a path LUCAS Where?s the beer? MATT What?s everybody doing here? GUY & GIRL Excuse us! MATT What?s going on? ZACH Dude
JASON I know this world can have a place for us If we just try to find a way to trust that time will be kind In a fantasy I dream, awake, but reality
IVY Let's make the later sooner A minute can crawl by when you have Something you want real bad. I spent the whole party Just waiting for us to be alone
PETER You're amazing! JASON Why? PETER I don't know, you just are! This whole thing is! MATT Lucas, what's wrong with her? LUCAS She's alright, she
MATT Ivy's birthday's in a week I want to get her something... LUCAS Matt... NADIA How about a pair of faker boobs? An STD she hasn't had? TANYA You
MATT But, soft what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon BOYS Who
NADIA Wow! Congratulations Romeo, the lead in the play Dad will be excited... JASON Yeah, I'm looking forward to that conversation NADIA Conversation
Romans, Corinthians, Leviticus Love the sinner, hate the sin, created in his image Abomination, abomination, abomination, abomination Bare the cross, bare the cross, bare
was twelve CLAIRE Peter, I?m going to go now PETER You don?t want to hear it You don?t want to see me Can?t bare to see me CLAIRE Peter you tend
STUDENTS We're doing time in confession It's a sacrament of oppression We have no need for forgiveness Because our shit's none of his business KYRA
JASON Hey little boy would you like a ride, a lollipop, a puppy? How about a baseball bat? ? there?s one in my pants PETER No thank you. My mom,
bummy what Ya'll staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire You burning up like David Koresh This is architect music Verbal street opera pop
, gotta face the laws worst. No guidance, we dyin, we barely survivin. The knowledge is there, they ain't providin. They starvin us out to keep us divided so they can get money and hide it. Operation
blood propels from the cells And every EL is extra L It's hot here; hear the sears from the drop tears It's an opera to the ears of gospel fears Hot
from a different crew, you fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two'll cripple you, just 'cause I ain't got shit to do Pistol pop, a pussy drop, drama
hit this shit? [Chorus: G-Unit - repeat 2X] That la lah-lah, I be smokin Be gettin me right, I be loc'n Them bullshit trees, you be rollin barely gives