歌曲 | Son of Hell |
歌手 | Consider The Thief |
专辑 | Signs And Wonders |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lord, | |
please tell me what it is I used to do. | |
Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? | |
All people I had fooled. | |
Please tell me who it is used to be. | |
Did I not proselytize over land and sea, | |
begetting twice the sons of hell as me? | |
And tell me, Lord, | |
who holds the key the heaven's narrow doors? | |
'Cause every time I try to open them | |
I open my right hand and find a stone | |
And with my left, | |
outstretched for every gift that I produce, | |
I lay in wait for seven more | |
to compensate for every gift that I misuse | |
Oh, in all I've done | |
I've done all in vain | |
‘till I learned to say, | |
thy will be done | |
In all I was, | |
I was all in vain | |
I will learn to obey, | |
thy will be done. | |
All who hold to the words to surrender all | |
To who gives and takes away, and builds from naught. |
Lord, | |
please tell me what it is I used to do. | |
Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? | |
All people I had fooled. | |
Please tell me who it is used to be. | |
Did I not proselytize over land and sea, | |
begetting twice the sons of hell as me? | |
And tell me, Lord, | |
who holds the key the heaven' s narrow doors? | |
' Cause every time I try to open them | |
I open my right hand and find a stone | |
And with my left, | |
outstretched for every gift that I produce, | |
I lay in wait for seven more | |
to compensate for every gift that I misuse | |
Oh, in all I' ve done | |
I' ve done all in vain | |
' till I learned to say, | |
thy will be done | |
In all I was, | |
I was all in vain | |
I will learn to obey, | |
thy will be done. | |
All who hold to the words to surrender all | |
To who gives and takes away, and builds from naught. |
Lord, | |
please tell me what it is I used to do. | |
Was I not a prophet, or a dreamer, or a seer? | |
All people I had fooled. | |
Please tell me who it is used to be. | |
Did I not proselytize over land and sea, | |
begetting twice the sons of hell as me? | |
And tell me, Lord, | |
who holds the key the heaven' s narrow doors? | |
' Cause every time I try to open them | |
I open my right hand and find a stone | |
And with my left, | |
outstretched for every gift that I produce, | |
I lay in wait for seven more | |
to compensate for every gift that I misuse | |
Oh, in all I' ve done | |
I' ve done all in vain | |
' till I learned to say, | |
thy will be done | |
In all I was, | |
I was all in vain | |
I will learn to obey, | |
thy will be done. | |
All who hold to the words to surrender all | |
To who gives and takes away, and builds from naught. |