We swing together like the bell, with a similar story to tell Both holding on until the end at least we're not alone Swinging together like the bell,
so helpless So helpless So helpless, so helpless So helpless Sometimes when I think of Baton Rouge I see us with two and a half strapping sons One and a half flushed daughters
to care Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons All are prey alike Twitching in rotten bowel runs I crave a heavy toll The deadringers sound the bell For all
might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
I'll be swimming until I can find those waters That's the one unbounded ocean of bliss That's flowing through your parents, sons and daughters But still
drop, the bells keep time and never stop We sleep and we wake on the lake of silver bells The lake of silver bells The lake of silver bells The lake
on... You are damned... Children of pleasure move appear amongst us The dark Lord has opened his jaws Raise for Satanic queen Ye sons and daughters
down your street! Wrapped up in a crimson coat! Sail me in a great big boat! I?ll sail around the waters for you Kill your sons and daughters for you
I can say? Say a prayer for the falling angels Stem the tide of the rising waters Toll a bell for the broken hearted Burn a torch for your sons and daughters
guide, direct, and protect my niggaz From the world, and from themselves [Chorus: Joe Budden] Lord can you please shine that light on your sons They
choosen by the youths, so many years?? Bye bye Babylon so So we sing it in this song With hope to resurrect consciousness back through our daughters and our sons
from Dixieland Callin' all you folks up north Y'all come on and give us a hand Callin' all the former's daughters Callin' all the preacher's sons It
can say? Say a prayer for the falling angels Stem the tide of the rising waters Toll a bell for the broken hearted Burn a torch for your sons and daughters
I?d never reach the water Had to cross the desert and the great divide Drinking only golden promises With white lines in my eyes Oh, sons and daughters
Well, the bells ring out for the crimes of the century Courtesy of your mother Where the signs reads, 'Welcome to the valley of discovery' Look at what money can buy Sons and daughters
God Bless America We thank for the USA We thank you for the Prince of Peace Who was born on Christmas Day And please protect our sons and daughters
