Founds total 2 songs
Grapes Of Wrath
The sweat upon his brow and the dirt worked into his hands. The dignity of labour upon a man's own land. The soil of his fathers passes on down through blood to hand.
Garden Of Delight
I see your dancing, laughing, naked, sweet and pretty face. And the promise burning brightly in your crystal-shot eyes. Your savage and violent flesh, the cut that bleeds, the kiss that stings.
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