Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books Yes, yes y'all, yes
Your face in a book Are you reading it over? Or are you stealing glances? It's 90 degrees Could you swim like an athlete away from sharks In waiting?
a sunny street to the library Checking out the latest books on outer space Going to the fruit stand to buy a dozen oranges Then she and the books and
MIKE: I could write books 'bout all the things you don't know about me, page after page of all the things you didn't say. I could write books 'bout all
. this is not just for me or some jaded punk scene; it's a universal need to educate ourselves about ourselves. everybody needs to read more books.
I'm broken but forgoten My meaning is gone Beat your bone shattering judgment It's the dish best served cold The dish best served cold Or is that the
Jesus could hear us now Bending all His words of which He's proud But the carpenter was only making invitations Voicing the opinions of others Sending
seven books He wrote them all From Genesis and Exodus Leviticus and Numbers Deuteronomy and Joshua Judges and Ruth Yeah, and the six and the seven books
Books of Moses, bringing stone news Wet in the water, weeping in the sun Books of Moses, got some splinters didn't you Books of Moses, brought me right
It's in my face How much I've changed The colors clash Of who I used to be Things are getting weird My thoughts they are changing So get me out of this
Prepare to suffer in a turbulent sea You saw the spirit and You're an ugly attack on wheels Nail biting never taste so good Power lines big schedules
Alexander "Skip" Spence) Books of Moses, bringing stone news Wet in the water, weeping in the sun Books of Moses, got some splinters didn't you Books
Crooked days come bundled up in bunches They break your brain like a branch And push you out here asking after for something you should know I don?t have
Right now I feel each and every fragment This paper trail leads right back to you You say you need me to step outside You spent the evening unpacking books
Strange face, with your eyes So pale and sincere Underneath, you know well You have nothing to fear For the dreams that came to you when you were young