by rights

Smash every tooth in your head Oh sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you Should be bludgeoned in your bed

To equality, there is a road Rights by obligations And obligations by rights

it is I that outraged Jesus of old it is I that stole Heaven from my children by rights it is I that should have gone upon the Tree

we will be together when flowers bloom again Not moved by rights or wrongs everything is what it should My heart is drowned in pain, yet time won't flow back

Look at her, a prisoner of the gutters Condemned by every syllable she utters! By rights, she should be taken out and hung For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue!

One fire fights one fire One-nil, one-nil Rights by rights falter Strengths by strengths do fail

Crowned with white rose wreaths lie Cut what will die from what will rise Rise by rights like these

Thus does Fate our pleasure step on! So they still are quick and well Who should be, by rights, in hell.

[Poem: Mandume by Mel Duarte] It's more than making noise and see to take what's our by rights. If it was for them we would still be resilience, who will say making history by a written book

Smash every tooth in your head Oh sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you Should be bludgeoned in your bed

how in a hall befitting a king he came upon wondrous thrones, as should by rights be in Heaven. In his dream he perceived

Franco Ricciardi! Co'Sang! Granatino! Fai Enne-A

There's an empty throne waiting every Saturday night, There'll be no more mistaking where I've set my sights, I ain't no pretender 'cos it's mine by rights, I'm Jock the singing welder and the 'cetylene lights.

Oh sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking When I said by rights you Should be bludgeoned in your bed

She's a star by rights, everybody knows that she is

My Bitches are all too beautiful, ja Take her with me, ja, I get spoiled, ja I'd have to kill the haters by rights Fuck you, I'm only doing it for the dough

"I will hold you fast, I'll not let you go For you are mine by rights, you know Fulfill those vows that you made to me

I saw them to eat well To say a lot Whatever it belongs by rights to us from before To take the last year from the first single

Well I don’t know, I’m sure! By rights we should toast our flying host With every fighting SOP?

- "—through— by a barrel of gun." - That′s right, senior. And that′s good. 'Cos you by rights would have every reason to forget some things. "Change must come through the barrel of gun," said Mao Tse Tung. This place would be a paradise tomorrow if every department ...