New Model Army Lyrics
New Model Army Lyrics
"No Pain Lyrics"
World Of Pain Lyrics
Oh, how good it was a long, long time ago Life was young and everything was bound to grow Yes, we've made it, we were fruitful and explored<
Oh, how good it was a long, long time ago Life was young and everything was bound to grow Yes, we've made it, we were fruitful and explored<
Across the town on the other hill,
your lights glow from a different world.
You always found a place to hide - nails and cross to lay beside;
with all the ghosts that we denied.
Now, in rippled arcs across the sky, the great white birds of winter fly;
and the wheel turns, and peop
Theme Song Lyrics
I don't know why they call us park ave. does anybody park here anyone but me?
le change - scattered ashes to the wind.I don't know why they call us park ave. does anybody park here anyone but me?
And there's no pain, there's no pain, there's no pain
A dry river in the blazing sun . . .
Your parched face and your callused hands,
Behind us lie the arid lands
To say too much - well, it was not our way,
and in the end there wasn'
Jeannie Needs a Shooter Lyrics
I was born down by the river Where the dirty river flows And the cool wind cut through me It cut right through my clothes And the an
much to say;I was born down by the river Where the dirty river flows And the cool wind cut through me It cut right through my clothes And the an
the scars are healed now anyway
and there's no pain. . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .
And Abraham rose, took his only son, and knife and tinder
in his hand, and setting out across the desert and up into
the scrubland hills, he bound the boy Isaac to the sto
Into Hiding Lyrics
The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow<
ne, The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow<
raised the blade and waited for the miracle.
But the wind blows silent across the hills, across the dead and the empty hills,
dead, like the god that never came,
like your face, the day that you turned away.
There's no pain . . . a dry river in the blazing sun . . .