Danielson Famile - Good News For The Pus Pickers Lyrics
Seven flowers on the hour cry"We are groaning for the sons,Of the One who makes us sing,To reveal themselves this spring"We just got outta jail todayAnd we all are here to say,All us speaking for the band,Airplane faith is in your handThrough the fire and the riverBut never ever all alone,When He set the broken bone,Hell the grave fell overthrownOn heals Kingdom ComeComfort creme pours outOn the limb there is the childrenOpposite of doormatSo tip your hat and wait on thatAnd that is thatThe last kickIn the teethIs the firstOf the blocksSet to song,Hum alongAnd poisons peevedDouble minded me offOf myselfDust the eyesOf my heartThat's on the shelfWe have all picked our noses tall,Pitfalls and black holes have robbed,But thanksgiving was our sail,In three shakes of the lamb's tailSeven flowers on the hour cry"Balance seems to be the key,Join into the famile,Singing let us a.b.c."They call me chief, they call me hoss"You call me son, so I am son"We live in two worlds, unseen and seen"Kingdom squeaky clean, resting squeaky clean"Join into the ships, when your mind is wild"You call me child, so I am child"