The preacher said "Fuck you God, I'm coming for you" Guess it's just one of those days When he didn't come through "Though all you preach is love And blessings they're for all This coffin's way too small Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know Your plans so a man could understand The things you don't do"
The preacher took off his coat, Dragged the dog collar from his throat Rung his hands in despair, Sparked a cigarette and smoked Breathing fire, spitting fumes On every word he choked "If upon this beach we walked And you carried me when I was lost Then oh Lord, let me be 'Cause I'm struggling to see the plan in your majesty Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know Let me know, let me know Your plans so a man could understand The things you don't do
For doubt has grown in me For doubt has grown in me"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
