歌曲 | The Church Is For Sinners |
歌手 | Amebix |
专辑 | No Sanctuary - The Spiderleg Recordings |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Baron, Stig | |
The pulpit's standing empty, the congregation's left | |
Because to qualify for piety, they had to pass a test | |
(Q:) How much "roughly" is your god worth to you? | |
(Q:) And if he said, "Lay down your life for me," could you give that too? | |
And will they never understand | |
That the future is in man | |
The priests, when told of starving kids, look on in mock dismay | |
While thinking of new ways by which to make religion pay | |
Money from mass misery? There's nothing wrong with that | |
The church holds out a bloodstained hand to pass around the hat | |
"By the pricking in my thumbs | |
Something wicked this way comes" (Shakespeare) |
zuo qu : Baron, Stig | |
The pulpit' s standing empty, the congregation' s left | |
Because to qualify for piety, they had to pass a test | |
Q: How much " roughly" is your god worth to you? | |
Q: And if he said, " Lay down your life for me," could you give that too? | |
And will they never understand | |
That the future is in man | |
The priests, when told of starving kids, look on in mock dismay | |
While thinking of new ways by which to make religion pay | |
Money from mass misery? There' s nothing wrong with that | |
The church holds out a bloodstained hand to pass around the hat | |
" By the pricking in my thumbs | |
Something wicked this way comes" Shakespeare |
zuò qǔ : Baron, Stig | |
The pulpit' s standing empty, the congregation' s left | |
Because to qualify for piety, they had to pass a test | |
Q: How much " roughly" is your god worth to you? | |
Q: And if he said, " Lay down your life for me," could you give that too? | |
And will they never understand | |
That the future is in man | |
The priests, when told of starving kids, look on in mock dismay | |
While thinking of new ways by which to make religion pay | |
Money from mass misery? There' s nothing wrong with that | |
The church holds out a bloodstained hand to pass around the hat | |
" By the pricking in my thumbs | |
Something wicked this way comes" Shakespeare |