Sylvilla looked into her mirror Percilla looked into the washing machine And the drudgery of being wed She was so jealous of her sister And her liberty
He made the world a grassy road Before our bare wandering feet (He made the world a grassy road) (Before our bare wandering feet) And crushed the stones
The sisters worked for the people 'round them Their Spanish lace wove some bread for the poor And they cared and tried but were worn With their fears
Now there was a time when they used to say That behind every great man there had to be a great woman Now in these times of change, you know that it's
I am my momma's son, you are your father's child Sometime we act as if we hate each other A different fate, a different state of mind That don't mean
O sisters, O sisters, let?s stand up right now It?s never too late to start from the start Sisters, sisters Sisters, sisters Wisdom, O wisdom, that?
Xena - now, there was a time, when they used to say that behind every Xena and Amoria - great man Xena - there had to be a Xena and Amoria - great
There was an old woman, lived by the seashore Bow and balance me There was an old woman, lived by the seashore A number of daughters: one, two, three,
I wanna say to my sisters and my brothers Keep the faith, When the storm flies and the wind blows Go on at a steady pace, When the battle is fought and
I am my mama's son You are your father's child Sometimes we act as if we hate each other A different faith, different state of mind That don't mean we
I've been trapped I'm all for giving But you got me wrapped I got my reasons But I won't explain I'll keep my eyes a better way I watch you sneaking
On the TV there's a picture frame with two separate photos in it My two sisters that's just about the closest they've been My folks will tell you they
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Brothers and sisters Rebuild your lives We?re all drug takers Give us something tonight Cotton in academy Jelly, maize to Marjory White doves, from the
(Bonus Track) Jenny's in the basement Burning, taking the church books Yelling at the boys She's mad as this crooked world Those two sisters Self-conscious
If you think you're throwing words to the wise, the first thing that you ever felt, inside and under your belt To a place that smothers children Caught
The once was a king Who live a palace uphill He had three beautiful daughters They had no free will The king sold his soul To the devil yes indeed