For the benefit of Mr. Kite There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Hendersons will all be there Late of Pablo Fanques' fair, what a scene Over
benefit (Givin' it to you) Ooh, I want to give it Givin' you the benefit (I'll be givin' it to you) Boy, I want to give it Givin' you the benefit (Givin
s gone. (chorus) Still there's something to said for company in bed, this time I want it, see, I knew we'd agree. How can anyone deny the benefits of
rise then its gone still theres something to said for company in bed this time i want it, see i knew we'd agree how can anyone deny the benefits of lying
on the street without your shoes on You didn't listen what your momma said She said you won't feel the benefit, won't feel the benefit And if we all
we shall gather at the river with eachother cause you're my brother dip our souls in the water for the healing of eachother be saved, sanctified freed
Just a prayer for New Orleans Just a Prayer for New Orleans. Just a Prayer for New Orleans. Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, for New Orleans. Just a Prayer for New Orleans
She Could Be Benefit Of A Doubt I, I dont know what's happpened I dont know what's happened But i seem to be chasin', a stranger She, she was walkin'
on my heart Won't you give me, give me benefit of the doubt Won't you give me, give me benefit of the doubt Won't you give me, give me benefit of the
[Chorus] Common sense would tell you leave me alone, Cause friends with benefits can do what they want. It's not the fact that you be doin' me wrong,
For the benefit of Mr. Kite There will be a show tonight on trampoline The Hendersons will all be there Late of Pablo-Fanques Fair Have you seen it?
In my useless life, I've seen both of these, good people die in spite of goodness, evil live long in spite of evil. Don't be too good, don't be too right
1 trillion dollars could buy a lot of bling 1 trillion dollars could buy most anything 1 trillion dollars buying bullets, buying guns 1 trillion dollars
We stand against every lie they tell We fight, they lie 'Cause if we fall for the spin they sell We fight, we die Orwellesque headlines We have heard
The herd marches in to work In black and white uniform Dressed for their funeral Nine to five viewing and burial The CEO's wrangle 'em in Through revolving
It's in the paper every day I see it in the headlines and I feel so sick, yeah As another life leaves this world, this world So full of hate but short
