Spiritualized Lyrics

Spiritualized Lyrics

"The Straight and the Narrow Lyrics"

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The Straight And The Narrow
by Spiritualized

The trouble with the straight and the narrow
Is its so thin, I keep sliding off to the side
And the devil makes good use of these hands of mine

And if jesus is the straight path that saves
Then i'm condemmed to live my whole life on the curb
On the crossroad to the devil, I'll dwel and i'll count my years

You know that I got a little someth
Frontin' (Skit) Lyrics
*clapping* (MO'NIQUE) Aint nothing worse than a brotha Who always bling blingin flossin, rollin like he got it like dat Always up in your face telling you what he got, What he c
ing I should say
I guess that I'm just so easily led astray
It's alright because I know my own way back home from here

And I don't fall of the wagon you know
I take a dive and go as deep as I can go
Don't hold your breath because I'm coming up slow, this time.

And The trouble with the straight and the narrow
Is its so thin, I keep sliding off to the side
And the devil makes good use of these hand
Delight In Slaying Lyrics
Fear neither men nor fates No laughter of the folk No power of the heaven Desolation of the earth Worship blood and fire Worship swords and spears Damn them who have pity Kill them who ha
s of mine

You know a little problem or two
I guess that I keep on taking a few
I've been told its not the best thing that I can do, right now

And I don't go looking for my sins you know
They come out waiting, and I just get on and go
Don't hold your breath because I'm coming up slow this time

And The trouble with the straight and the narrow
Is its so thin, I keep sliding off to the side
Catch Me While I'm Sleeping Lyrics
Dadada dadada Dadada dadada Dadada dadada Dadada dadada How many times have you sat across from me And how many times have you told me you were leaving (ohhhh) I'm not trying to listenAnd the devil makes good use of these hands of mine

And if jesus is the straight path that saves
Then i'm condemmed to live my whole life on the curb
On the crossroad to the devil, I'll dwell and i'll count my years

And The trouble with the straight and the narrow
Is its so thin, I keep sliding off to the side
And the devil makes, the devil makes, good use of these hands of mine