Oh, yonder stands the prophet, words are music to our ears,. But down among the sinners, only pain and sweat and tears. . The sermon soothes the simple but the rest are rapt with fear,.
Talk about suffering here below. And let's keep a-loving Jesus.. Talk about suffering here below. And let's keep a-following Jesus.. . Oh, can't you hear it, Brothers?.
Negro Blues gran cartel, taxi boy para donde ests. Pods ver, trabajar no estan fcil en este lugar. why las chicas en el barrio me gritaban como canarios.
Miles from home. So many things go 'round. So far - the fight in me so strong. . Years of pain. I've suffered all the same. Today - I know I will be near.
I was born in a backstreet. Where people live a dirty life. Of course it was different most of the time. But it was not my fault. . A life in hell. I saw it every morning.
Trainride in Russia. . poezd po rossii-idet i idet. poezd po rossii-sto gramm i vpered. perestuk koles-neobyatna dal. poezd nas unes-k natshalu vsech natshal.
If God would be a liar. He would be just like us. We think he knows of madness. Who says he's got to be real. . We can't wait another day. Where do we go from here.
Thunder- thunderforce. Thunder- thunderforce. . In a lonely night- stars are shining bright. My soul is wandering- striking the universe. I am flying to a light- to a point of no return.
Well, the lightning flashed at midnight. And the dogs did howl along. You don't believe it - unless you've seen it. It was the night the thunder broke.
They are young and they're kids. And believe what they see. That to do what they've been told. And so they walk away with open eyes. . Some are eight or nine or ten, and they die like a fly.
One day you're ostracised. And then you're mesmerised. The goal is freedom for us all. . We are all believers. . We think we own the world. It sends us crashing down.
Can you feel the morning light. Wanna make the sunrise mine. Been wandering from dusk to dawn. . So many sleepless nights. Can't seem to get it right.
Sometimes I have this scary dream. In my head. Apocalyptic scenes. It makes my instincts mad. Surrounded by machinery. The warheads never ever rest. It's an untrustful century.
Those days are over, those days are over. Those days are over, those days are over. . Nothing ever happens come what may. And snow never falls on Christmas Day.
I keep myself to myself. And I don't want no friends. I'm nightly crucified. No need for womankind. I don't think so, I don't think so. And I'm the strangest by.