I stare in the mirror My eyes refuse to blink Sympathy for me Hell I can't even think Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin' to rise I've heard it before, I know the truth from the lies
Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder and all of my dreams go under like the fallin' rain
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Voices like locusts keep smothering me Twistin' and turnin' my senses like a cyclone at sea Don't touch me now Won't let you crucify me You ain't no damn jury You can't pass sentence on me
Is it any wonder, heaven's racked with thunder and all of my dreams go under like the fallin' rain
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Whose blood on whose hand Where's the promsised they preached for this land Standin' with their bibles clutched in their hand Whose blood on whose hand Whose blood on whose hand
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Father my hand's are shakin' I see a light that's breakin' Show me a way to set my soul free I hope it rains on me Let it rain on me
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