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Mother Mother Burning Pile

louie's living with a fire in his blood and it burns like a mother fucker I've picked him up off the ground when his cells were down and now its getting

and yell louder. I see a city on a hill, I see the only way to be filled, mighty rushing wind around us, Holy Spirit burn within us. [Chorus:] Burn. Burn. Burn

was another fifteen foot cliff and at the bottom of the cliff there was another pile of garbage. And we decided that one big pile is better than two little piles

Snow keeps piling up and Killing flowers That hurts my head To crawl inside a spinefish To move it's mouth and To bet and to win I miss my mother's arms

watch what the fuck flies outta ya mouth or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into the white house n burn u 2 the motha

like a refugee Like a scattered pile of leaves in a storm Peaceful memory like lights on a Christmas tree Every hometown should be peaceful and warm Every father, mother

the quilt right off the perfect bed she made And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings Sunday pulls its children from their piles of

s crying to her mother cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And a summer sun might burn me till

cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned and I was gone I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me