Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Come down and show us what's wrong
When every word's been sung or spoken And bygone battles have been lost or won When all is mended that once was broken Who crawled will surely run And when all our creeds and all of our deeds Are centered on each other's needs When men are mending harmonies The world will have begun
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Are you really real, do you love every one? Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Come down and show us what's wrong
If the sins of the father are also the son's What chance do we have in this game Everything's blacker, we argue with guns With money we burn and we maim And is it all for a reason, this game without end To be rich, you have to have poor And is feasting to famine like sitting to standing Or is there a hole in God's door?
Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Are you really real, do you love every one? Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Come down and show us what's wrong
Matthew, Mark, Luke and Paul Are your fingers in your ears, can you hear us at all Matthew, Mark, Luke and John Come down and show us what's wrongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
