, And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child. And
Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister Jacqueline and Carmela and mother Mary
to a king green battered on the brink of disease I am, skin and bones, I am, sin and poems, I am, tin and chrome You grin and groans fuck it I'm tinted
to. So, the struggle is a common one. Against the white, male, Aristocratic, moneyed, landed, Anglo-Saxon, and all his children of all races and classes. Free the woman and
large in our lives that they are fair game to be used as fodder for creating fictions. Both Bryan and Eric strong-armed themselves onto tape yet again." Has your child
The sweet Love and Beauty are worthy our care. In the morning the villagers rose with delight, And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night, And Mary
And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child. And
(Mary Gauthier) Born a bastard child in New Orleans to a woman I've never seen I don't know if she ever held me All I know is that she let go of me
and uppercuts and at that, I'm hazardous I speak to the heads and raise the dead like Lazarus Led the fucking lambs to the slaughter, and walked on water
, And the mothers called, "Mary, call home your child," their eyes all drowned in tears. Mary mild (Mary mild, Mary mild), Mary mild (Mary mild) called home her Child