the Lord Will guide your ways. To keep your feet Upon the trail, To help you meet The test, not fail. To show you how A man should walk, And how his
see the man you?d be But it?s wonderful to watch you rise To watch you rise We'll watch you rise We'll watch you rise Just to watch you rise Yeah,
the air is nice And ride a horse along a trail But then they took him to the jailhouse Where they try to turn a man into a mouse All of Rubin's cards
There is a war between the rich and poor A war between the man and the woman There is a war between the left and right A war between the black and white A
at the gates of all the king's gardens You're too good to know You've got a pretty face Your manner's quite distinguished as a gentleman's ought to be
-8-9-10 Is this the voice of my god? -this is the voice of liberation Man you've got to be kidding me Go forth and rise to life rise You will have the
Walkin' Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd; Had a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet To rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of
' Street A gentle Irishman mighty odd; He'd a beautiful brogue both rich and sweet And to rise in the world he carried a hod. Now Tim had a sort of the
Peace Camp to women only is a sensible political ploy, But if it is a demonstration of sexual exclusivity it is a sham. Aren't we seeking to destroy
A gentle Irishman mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet To rise in the world he carried a hod See he'd sort of a tripling way With love
Street, A gentleman Irish mighty odd well, he had a brogue both rich and sweet, An' to rise in the world he carried a hod Well, he had a bit of a timmlin
but eager to please A lift, after all, is a lift Late moustache left us brusquely And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb Swung through a
A crepe it hangs upon a wreath of black Comes a gentle rock of a baby casket Forth and back, this way, then that Its eyes not yet wide open, a heart
a guy liberty Seat of his pants shitty and eyes all glittery I'll die a rich man before the F.B.I. figure me 40 storeys up inside a high-rise in Italy
high in the night Sound the horn of bronze, it is time Goddess of warriors to call Rise and stand, my brother, whole again a man Walk down golden aisle
A gentle Irishman, mighty odd He'd a beautiful brogue so rich and sweet To rise in the world, he carried a hod See, he'd sort of a tipplin' way With
There is a war between the rich and poor, a war between the man and the woman. There is a war between the left and right, a war between the black and white, a
and sang a right nice song I wish I'd known the man a little better That turned my mama on He must have been a heck of a man 'Cause mama was a lady,
