the place Who've been lost forever to papa and mama On their weekends out in space Now the sons they search for fathers But their fathers have all gone
brutality, Talk to me, so you can see, Oh, what's going on, What's going on, Yeah, what's going on, Ah, what's going on, Father, father, everybody thinks
to rush, but your case has been packed If she's missed anything, you could give her a ring But she won't always answer the phone (Eva:) Oh but it's
These are the makings of you It is true, the makings of you, oh [Kanye West:] I do it for the fore-fathers and the street authors That are not A&R's
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Georges Delerue) Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well? Tears will
domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avra Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai Oh dolce madonna, padrona
you call sanity's what I call insane My mind's flippin' on alcohol Tylenol And marijuana Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha Now Madonna done
: (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Georges Delerue) Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well? Tears
of my gandmother's house That's where you felt the safest The word "therapist," split it in half "the rapist" Yo who the fuck are you to analyze my behaviors? Oh
s enough to keep your head above the water, see It seems the older I get the more freedom I have But everything is complicated to me Responsibility?s parkin Take the stress, oh
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Georges Delerue) Father, can you hear the tolling of the bells Echo a hundred thousand sons who wish you well? Tears
What you call sanity's what I call insane My mind's flippin' on alcohol Tylenol And marijuana Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha Now Madonna