Fletch Killed GOD

Cheers man

smoke em if ya got em.

If Jah
Is by my side
I wont hide
No I wont hide
Boom, boom boom dis yah tune yah
Boom, boom boom dis yah tune yah
Boom, boom boom dis yah tune yah
Boom
If Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night
If Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night
Your best you try, to harm me and I
Aiming to kill
But I love you still
Cause you are here to make
prophecy fulfill (Its your will)
No weapon that
Form against me
Desire shall not be
Divine protection
Shall set my soul free (Talk to me)
Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night
If Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that

Crawleth by night
The gates of hell
Can never prevail
For I know Jah
He never fail
What yuh think I'm gonna do
Give up now?
No no (not gon go)
Mass foes attack
And I just smile
They dont seem to
Understand my style
My confidence is so high
High inna ((Abbaba Joni?))*
Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night
If Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night
Boom, boom, boom dis yah tune yah
Boom, boom, boom dis yah tune yah
Boom, boom, boom dis yah tune a Boom
So talk your talk and laugh your laugh
That wont shiver my heart
His secret tabernacle
Will (guide I, guide I, guide I)
Guess your guess
And test your test
Dat is in your own interest
To find out the power
Of the (most high, most high, most high)
Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night
If Jah is standing by my side
Then why should I be afraid
Of a pestilence that
Crawleth by night

Cheers!

In my home town, for anyone who sticks around,
You're either lost or you're found:
There's not much in between.
In my home town, everything's still black and white;
It's a long, long way from wrong to right,
From Sunday mornin' to Saturday night.

Everybody just wants to get high;
Sit and watch a perfect world go by.
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives;
We follow the roads that lead us to drugs or Jesus.

My whole life, I've tried to run; I've tried to hide,
From the stained glass windows in my mind,
Refusin' to let God's light shine, down on me;
Down on me.

Everybody just wants to get high;
Sit and watch a perfect world go by.
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives;
There's not much space between us, or drugs or Jesus.
Yeah!

Instrumental break.

Everybody wants acceptance; we all just want some proof.
Everyone's just looking for the truth.

Everybody just wants to get high;
Sit and watch a perfect world go by.
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives;
We follow the roads that lead us to drugs or Jesus;
To drugs or Jesus.
Oh, I need you, Jesus.
Hallejulah, Hallejulah, Hallejulah.

I love you, you love me
We're a great big family.
With a great big hug
and a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me to!

666

and then i was strong enough to look into the eyes of the sun.

this thread is useless without tunes

See the smoke
see the fire
burning inside
your life's desire

fuck you
fucking me
hatred burns inside
hatred burns deep

I hate your god
you killed mine
with guns drawn
fuck you and your kind

...and this i find the best

"Go Fuck Yourself" the musical version?

Well, show me the way, To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way, To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find, The next whiskey bar
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Oh, moon of Alabama
We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why
Well, show me the way, To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
Show me the way, To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why
For if we don't find, The next little girl
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die
Oh, moon of Alabama, We now must say goodbye
We've lost our good old mama
And must have whiskey, oh, you now why

That is so right.