Текст песни The Silent Comedy - All Saints Day

Текст:

I ain’t no demon, Lord Oh look to me please Good men are sufferin’ With the evil at ease And millions of innocents Are born to disease Oh where is our solace, Lord? Oh Lord answer me I look to your people, Lord But they’re being cruel They sleep with the criminals That they aim to recruit They raise in their stadiums A poisonous brood I think they would crucify Oh someone like you One day, will this be over? Will this be over? Will this be over? {Repeat x3} I ain’t no demon, Lord But neither are you

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