down to earth With broken wings and a broken heart One dark prince of the Seraphim Of passion, love and of Sin Bothers, Sisters, cast off your chains Let the slaves be free
waiting for our friends to come Like spiders down ropes to free-fall A thirty round clip for a visiting card admit one to the embassy ball Caught in the crossfire on Princes
Baez) The lady's adrift in a foreign land Singing on issues both humble and grand A Decade flew past her and there on the page She read that the prince
life But yours will have to wait He's immaculately tax free "Mulitiple hundreds of thousands of ..." Tax free "Hundreds and millions of dollars" Tax free
the street and still wants more I'm the forty-five that's in your mouth, I'm a dirty, dirty whore Look, it's me The one who can't be free Much too
prends dans tes bras Quand je regarde dans tes yeux Je vois qu'un Dieu existe Ce n'est pas dur d'y croire Before I met you I wasn't terribly lucky Every Prince
kingdoms of Experience In the precious wind they rot While paupers change possessions Each one wishing for what the other has got And the princess and the prince
: In this last and final hour, you can't hide There's nowhere now that you can run All eyes are on you, like a lost eternal light Princes and kings,
man of my fresh fish prince. This is real fish talk... No lie. And then the fish turns into a gorgogeus prince and sings: I'm Prince Humuhumunukunukuapua
Giving over to the lust that rageous in the mind The Captain fills his place with gold while all the ship is sinking Calls himself the Bishop-Prince and
won't stress you but bless you Mentally and sexual, we both intellectual Can't forget how I met you; you thought I was a boxer -- Prince Nasim but I'm
I ain't talkin 'bout a Coogi You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout Cool J See me at the airport, at least 20 Louis Treat me like the Prince and this my
sirens That play like the angels To my deep desire Free my son Let him walk right through the rain Free my son Make him waterboy Free my son There he stands down on the shore Free
: Lie back and dream of me, Red death to set you free, We turn the screws to make you die, Soft flesh and razor blades, Golgotha,ace of spades, Steel
we are - here we are Born to be kings, we're the princes of the universe Here we belong Born to be kings, princes of the universe Fighting and free, got
to kill, to sing a song Youthful hope to right the wrong Sons of Antioch An angel's voice cries out to him Free the holy lands, bring peace to it again