All aboard the ship
Captain's orders, watch the riptide
And guide me, to the end
London, London bridge
Ain't so pretty when it falls apart
So divide me, once again
The words you always say you never mean
One day we will meet and start again
What do saints and bishops mean to you?
They want me to do things I still don't do
You wear such a bad disguise, my head's been compromised, hey you
And you worship all the gods, the ones we all forgot, hey you
Shattering bottles in the hall, building every wall, hey you
Will the messiah come again? Will he be my friend? hey you
Reading the headlines, make me sick I want to them burn
So provide me, with a plan
You're all seeing and all knowing, all teaching and all showing
You must inspire me, when I arrive
Break Down the Walls - Xmas Lyrics
Break Down the Walls - Xmas Lyrics
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All aboard the ship
Captain's orders, watch the riptide
And guide me, to the end
London, London bridge
Ain't so pretty when it falls apart
So divide me, once again
The words you always say you never mean
One day we will meet and start again
What do saints and bishops mean to you?
They want me to do things I still don't do
You wear such a bad disguise, my head's been compromised, hey you
And you worship all the gods, the ones we all forgot, hey you
Shattering bottles in the hall, building every wall, hey you
Will the messiah come again? Will he be my friend? hey you
Reading the headlines, make me sick I want to them burn
So provide me, with a plan
You're all seeing and all knowing, all teaching and all showing
You must inspire me, when I arrive
Captain's orders, watch the riptide
And guide me, to the end
London, London bridge
Ain't so pretty when it falls apart
So divide me, once again
The words you always say you never mean
One day we will meet and start again
What do saints and bishops mean to you?
They want me to do things I still don't do
You wear such a bad disguise, my head's been compromised, hey you
And you worship all the gods, the ones we all forgot, hey you
Shattering bottles in the hall, building every wall, hey you
Will the messiah come again? Will he be my friend? hey you
Reading the headlines, make me sick I want to them burn
So provide me, with a plan
You're all seeing and all knowing, all teaching and all showing
You must inspire me, when I arrive
Writer: Jake Albi
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