P.O.D. - Teachers Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Teachers By P.O.D.?
Lock it down
Overthrow all the pirates And get out of town Can you see them smiling? Blisters, these bones are breaking Whispers are louder than screaming We suffer this moment Until the day is coming That we'll reign forever Training day Cause I-Man is coming and we are the teachers Training day Been through the fire cause we the pioneers Training day Soul of the Lion, Jah love for the bleeding Training day Warriors, SoulJahs we still believe you! Crawling through poison ivy My soul still flies with broken wings And the sun is blinding. I can't stop staring I don't want to close my eyes Righteous respects, it's the best-kept secret I can let go of my burdens that keep me From living so I can start dying Training day Cause I-Man is coming and we are the teachers Training day Been through the fire cause we the pioneers Training day Soul of the Lion, Jah love for the bleeding Training day Warriors, SoulJahs we still believe you! Crawling through poison ivy My soul still flies with broken wings And the sun is blinding. I can't stop staring I don't want to close my eyes Righteous respects, it's the best-kept secret I can let go of my burdens that keep me From living so I can start dying Training day Cause I-Man is coming and we are the teachers Training day Been through the fire cause we the pioneers Training day Soul of the Lion, Jah love for the bleeding Training day Warriors, SoulJahs we still believe you! |
Who Wrote Teachers By P.O.D.?
Noah C. Bernardo, Mark Traa Daniels, Paul J. Sandoval, Jason P Truby
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