Abrahama, he can walk on air
some days he can fly
campaigning, he goes everywhere
in the sea and the sky
from the heartland to big city streets
oh the people, they cry
Abrahama save us from despair
we need change or we’ll die
dear god
let me win the lottery
i’ll give half the monies to the poor
hey god
i went to church today
i’ve never asked for anything before
you know
you know
you know
numbers
approaching from lowell street
I’m easily confused
the bright lights and the traffic
are calling me to you
reaching old yellow island
should i stop or should i go
the light tells me it’s ok
but I never really know
hey there sad reporter, nobody gives a damn
about the truth or freedom or the rights of man
people have busy lives and get news when they can
they don’t have the time to understand
money is everything
this is the song you sing
your words are beautiful but they don’t mean anything
let me tell you about where I’m from
you wouldn’t believe the things I’ve overcome
walk to the rhythm of a different drum
now I stand in front of you
my life is bigger than any song
you might ask me to sing or hum along
whatever I do, I make it my own
my life is bigger than any song
This song is incredibly cheesy and I did not the write the lyrics. A friend did. But dammit, I like the song!
I had her
for a day
for a moment and nothing more
when I let
her know
she’s the one I was searching for
if i said I loved you
that would be a lie
i only really love myself
i don’t want to make you cry
i never really cry that much
i don’t allow myself to feel
but you can keep pretending what we had was real
all that I am good for is a one night stand
we’ll spend the night together
I’ll never talk to you again
I don’t want to raise your children
I don’t want to hold your hand
all that I am good for is a one night stand
We had such a good conversation
then you told me about a new friend you made
He was better than all the others
even though he was half your age
You explained why you were leaving me
You didn’t love me anymore
I was growing weak in my old age
You loved the boy I was before
In the bamboo forest
beat your battle drum
Wear a mask on the back of your head
and let the tiger come
A boy under the influence of a girl who does not care
She’ll bring you down, she’ll make you weep
She’ll bring you down, she’ll make you weep
lost in the search for a reason
running for years out of mind
in fear since the day I found you
losing all hope over time
your love makes me want to die
your love makes me want to die
your love makes me want to die
your love makes me want to die