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 today And we all are here to say All us speaking for the band Airplane faith is in your hand Through the fire and the river But never ever all alone When He set the broken bone Hell the grave fell overthrown On heals Kingdom Come Comfort creme pours out On the limb there is the children Opposite of doormat So tip your hat and wait on that And that is that The last kick In the teeth Is the first Of the blocks Set to song Hum along And poisons peeved Double minded me off Of myself Dust the eyes Of my heart That's on the shelf We have all picked our noses tall Pitfalls and black holes have robbed But thanksgiving was our sail In three shakes of the lamb's tail Seven 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"