There is a God of whom my prayers, poor as I am, no Boone request; I watch the world and it’s affairs, cherish the good, forget the rest of my colon and pleasure, how are priest may prate, my mother’s Creed does not offend, daily I drink, and leave my faith to God, the good folks friend!
Beside my pillow poverty sits brooding, but I heed her not, for things to love and hope, you see, I dream a bed of down my lot. Mine no Stern God that priest create, gentle Is He To whom I’ve been semicolon Gailey I drink, and leave my fate to god, the good folks friend!
A conquering disco drunk with power, Nations and dynasties down flames, the dust is Chargers proud of shower be Grimes the sacred brows of kings. Crawl on, crawl on, you fall in great, what wreck I have your glories in? Gailey I drink, and leave my fate to god, the good folks friend!
Oh we are foreboding friend the priest, with all his Prophecies of gloom! On Hellfire how he loves to feast, the end of time, the crack of doom! Come, Sarah doing, your cheeks inflate, inflam and Thundercloud to send! Gailey I drink, and leave my faith to god, the good folks friend!
What, God of anger? Who, he made all and loves all he made; the one he gives; my dear friends, you; love which is his creating a semicolon the charms of all these dissipate the nightmares priest Rejoice to send! Gailey I drink, and leave my fate to my god, the good folks friend.
