How miserable I am I feel like a fruitpicker who arrived here after the harvest There's nothing here at all There's nothin at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone There's not one honest soul left alive here on this planet We're all murders and theives Setting traps here for even our brothers
And both of our hands Are equally skilled At doing evil Equally skilled At bribing the judges Equally skilled At perverting justice Both of our hands Both of our hands
The day of justice comes And is even now swiftly arriving Don't trust anyone at all Not your best friend or even your wife
For the son hates the father The daughter despises even the mother Look! Your enemies arrive Right in the room of your very household
And both of their hands are equally skilled At doing evil Equally skilled At bribing the judges Equally skilled At perverting justice Both of their hands Both of their hands
No, don't gloat over me For though I fall, though I fall I will rise again
Though I sit here in darkness The Lord, the Lord alone He will be my light
I will be patient as the Lord Punishes me for the wrongs I've done against him
After that he'll take my case Bringing me to light and to justice For all I have suffered
And both of his hands are equally skilled At ruining evil Equally skilled At judging the judges Equally skilled Administring justice Both of his hands Both of his hands are equally skilled At showing them mercy Equally skilled At loving the loveless Equally skilled Administring justice Both of his hands Both of his handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
