The writer wrote. The singer sung. The record broke. The audience was stunned. Some they begged for mercy, others even cried Some fled, left for dead, some said it changed their lives. And the writer said "I wish you'd known me When I still believed in the truth Now it's all I have left along with my debts And lack of youth". He said - Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. No pretty songs of compromise. Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. It's a good day to die. God spoke. The people laughed. The tablets broke while they were pissing on the golden calf Some found their heaven, some found their hell Some ran to Canaan land, others lay where they fell And God said "I wish you'd known me When I still believed you'd be true Now for the rest of your days when you call out my name I'll be MR GOD TO YOU - He said Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. No petty songs of compromise. Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. It's a good day to die. And the lover said why don't you touch me? Reach out your hand just like this You can capture my soul you can take hold And kill me with a kiss. She said - Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. No pretty songs of compromise. Take no prisoners. Tell no lies. It's a good day to die. It's a good day to die. It's a good day.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
