Bob Dylan lyrics
Bob Dylan lyrics
"Band Of The Hand (It's Hell Time Man!) Lyrics"
Miss You (Remix) Lyrics
What's up baby girl! (Ho!) Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you Missy's missing you Rashad is missing you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no) Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you damn w
What's up baby girl! (Ho!) Thought I had to talk to you again, missing you (Hey, ey, ey, ey) Tim is missing you Missy's missing you Rashad is missing you your mom is missing you (N-n-n-n-no no no) Your pop is missing you Dame is missing you damn w
by Bob Dylan
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Down these streets the fools rule
There's no freedom or self respect,
A knife's point or a trip to the joint
Is about all you can expect.
They kill people here who stand up for their rights,
The system's just too damned corrupt
It's always the same, the name of the game
There's Power In Our Love Lyrics
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Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
The blacks and the whites,
The idiotic, the exotic,
Wealth is a filthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American flag.
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb,
Turning children into punks and slaves
Whose heroes and healers are rich drug dealers
Who should be put in their graves.
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Listen to me Mr. Pussyman
This might be your last night in a bed so soft
We're not pimps on the make, politicians on the take,
You can't pay us off.
We're gonna blow up your home of Voodoo
And watch it burn without any regret
We got the power we're the new government,
You just don't know it yet.
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
For all of my brothers from Vietnam
A Broken Wing (Diana Degarmo) Lyrics
One Sunday morning She didn't go to church He wondered why she didn't leave He went up to the bedroom Found a note by the window With the curtains blowin' in the breeze And with a broken wing She still sings She
And my uncles from World War II,One Sunday morning She didn't go to church He wondered why she didn't leave He went up to the bedroom Found a note by the window With the curtains blowin' in the breeze And with a broken wing She still sings She
I'd like to say that it's countdown time now
And we're gonna do what the law should do.
And for you pretty baby,
I know you've seen it all.
I know your story is too painful to share.
One day though you'll be talking in your sleep
And when you do, I wanna be there.
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand