Тексты песен «Jacks Of All Trades»

It was a day like today when my Jesus died Alone in a cross He was crucified but three days later He rose from the dead Went up to the heavens a place for us to set Ain't no joke what He did on earth Laws of nature...

Smile little baby 'cause the joke is on you The way you left just looked kinda cute I wanted to help you I offered you my hand But you denied it got lost in the sand Now all the king's horses and all those men Wouldn't...

Whatcha come here for fool? -Mind your own business you little... Don't make me beat you up! -Go ahead, make my day! You bet I will... You fake your smile and I know you don't feel so good (Put your face in the truth)...

Since 1969 the devil has been messing with your mind wanting your soul content with nothing less Digging you a hole leaving you a mess Six-feet-deep is where you gonna end up Throw your hands in the air let me see you...

Blaw The sound becomes underground And no matter how hard you try You can't shout We've come back Step back Hold it inside No we won't take that So stand up and fight Hold unto what's yours And gimme what's mine...

I remember the way you told me: 'It's all good, I don't need your God right now I kinda believe in the words you say But I don't want to follow your waysa'a Somehow, it all felt so good Living so easy But somewhere...

On the backstage everyone's stearing at me As I'm getting ready to meat my destiny I'm up against the master My breath is getting faster Everybody's willing to witness my disaster Cause lasting is the last thing on my...

Figured I was an easy one , no Thought you would have it your way , no Offered me green and I'd bow down , no This is how we gonna get at you , go I won't change my freedom for a million dollars Cause I don't wanna be...

Can't you see the pain is spreading all around us Our lives controlled by addictions and lust If it feels good just feel free Everybody else is doing it so why can't we Just forget about the man who died on the cross...

This is about a metaphor... paraphrased... some allegories how I came to know the grace... a symbolic picture of shearing of my wools... and how the game got new rules... I'm abandoned, hurt and sore My skin is ripped...

So many years we've been avoiding it This confortation has been your goal Finding myself could be harder Than finding a way to cure my soul Harder than fighting alone against you Thin line between the lies and the truth...

I spend my mornings in my car on the freeway Driving down like a bullet on that highway Making tricks with the freaks on my backseat And the streets full of fire and gasoline Don't you know how it goes for a man like me...

so much stress god bless I hate the way you fake this and hope to get the sympathy I think it's time to break this and just play it like a symphony empty promises rule the scenes alcohol and kerosine run thru your vains...