My God, just how human can you get? You stand at my right hand as if you understand me You say you're sorry
My God, how sensational the afterthought My dirt and your turning, my pulse and your reading My death and your firm belief, the mystery My God, just how human can you get?
My God, benevolence is childlike In its violence and its chaos, its wisdom and its madness Its appetite insatiable, born in a hospital My God, just how human can you get?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
