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Fire for the hills pick up your feet and lets go. Head for the hills pick up steel on your way. And when you find a piece of them in your site, fire at

Gold sun rolls around Chocolate nipple brown Tumble from your arms Like the ground, your breasts swell Land awake from sleep Hares will kick and leap

Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking--he's stalking devils of flesh. Rides through the streets instead of walking. I think his holy story is

This is a crisis, I knew had to come Destroying the balance I'd kept Doubting, unsettling and turning around Wondering what will come next Is this the

[Music and Lyrics by Marco Kehren/DEINONYCHUS] By the window you stand; palisaded and dressed in grief... You where beloved in a heartfelt way. Mourning

Hear the bells ringing, they're singing That You can be born again Here the bells ringing, they're singing Christ is risen from the dead The angel up

DARLENE THAT'S SUCH A LOVELY HAT, A FINE CHAPEAU. JARENE YOUR STYLE IS SO DOWN PAT, YOUR PEDIGREE SHOWS. DORIS THOSE FLOWERS LOOK SO REAL, FRESH EASTER

We go walking, hand in hand All across the land it's East at Easter People walking, hand in hand When ships are moving South, it will be East at Easter

We all know Jesus died upon the cross Jesus' friends thought that He might be lost But He arose and walked out of the tomb He went to heaven to prepare