You took me down just like a Rob Roy But now I'm coming next to you Run, devil, run, run, devil, run, run Run, devil, devil, run, run I never knew about your red horns
on her daddy's farm She always thought that we'd be together Lord I never meant to do her harm Said she could hear me singin' in the choir Me, I heard
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book
Like a bird on the wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free. Like a worm on a hook, Like a knight from some old fashioned
Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight in some old fashioned book
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned
It's gonna be my Rock'n'Roll day Give the children what they want Hear the universal choir pray. Hear the James Brown song Hear the church choir
's gonna be my Rock and Roll day - give the children what they want Hear the universal choir pray Hear the James Brown song, hear the church choir sing
too soon There is no sense in trying. Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn Suicide remarks are torn From the fool's gold mouthpiece The hollow horn
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I've tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned
, "Summertime" at the top of their lungs Sippin' Dixie cups of strawberry wine All my boys are out We holler and whistle And honk our horns in time
It was a hot Sunday mornin' Middle of July The choir was a singin' 'Bout the sweet by and by Everybody was a swayin' And sweatin' in the heat We all
[Originally by Leonard Cohen] Like a bird on a wire, like a drunk at a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free. Like a fish on a hook, like
smothered on my chest... Was music choir... It will never leave... ...the scar... The choir will never leave. Sing for the lurker. Sing for the one with horns
He's known as Little Horn, the Lawless One, And the lawbreaking Leviathan. There are those who call him Apollyon, That crafty Ancient of Days Dragon.
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned
for the Arma-ged-deon And the great dragon with seven head, ten horns, at the Arma-ged-deon Listen to the choir children [Verse Four: Serj Tankian]
Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book
