As the willow leaves on the willow trees keep shaking as they do I'm gonna side-step over this mountain and walk on waters blue Because the cretins lie and the police spy, waiting for a miracle to come their way When they could and should have easily turned their head towards the sky, and pray
They say: Father, please have mercy for what we've done Let sleeping dogs lie in the burning sun
As the vultures spin and culture's sin lays waste to all we've come to know and love And now honor and truth's a might long in the tooth, yet it's veracity we're dreaming of So the broken smiles and token milestones come to make us all just what we are As we squeeze the souls snuggly into the molds, unfit to harness but a shooting star
We pray: Father, please have mercy for what they've done Let lying dogs burn in the sleeping sun Burn ‘em up!
Here we go!
Now the willow leaves, once as thick as thieves, wilt away with all our hopes and dreams And a shadowy voice gives illusion of choice, all to silence the enduring screams So we face the dawn with a pistol drawn and repugnance burning in our soul And the fury at hand storms from jury to stand, as we draw near to the final toll
We sing: Father, we won't have mercy for what you've done Father, we'll never forgive you for what you've done Father, I'll never forgive you for what you've done!
God damn!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
