Long dinner with some friends way out, way out in Portmore Servants of the pharaoh slip in through an open door All business, bearing knives and zip guns So get on the floor now, every last one, every last one
The heat drifts Across the land If I forget you, Israel Let me forget my right hand
And on the floor, Michael James Williams feels his fingers start to freeze And the whole scene's like a movie, paramedics on their knees Try, try your whole life to be righteous and be good Wind up on your own floor, choking on blood
The heat drifts Across the land If I forget you, Israel Let me forget my right hand
And the house still smells like onions when the ambulance arrives Gabriel in postal blue loads up the car and drives To Spanish town, about three miles away Where will the wicked run to on that last day, on that last day?
The heat drifts Across the land If I forget you, Israel Let me forget my right handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
