The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
of the young man who ran screaming through
the street,
streaming blood in trails of terror,
are the arms that point me to my door,
which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that point me to the red eyes
of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
of the pinhead skinhead killers,
and the dirty angel does his target practice night
and day,
making ready now to steal my soul away.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
The arms that you cut off the body
of the screaming young man
dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
has kept itself alive with prayer,
but not for miracles,
and not for heaven.
Just for silence
and for mercy
until the end.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:11.58]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[00:15.06]of the young man who ran screaming through
[00:17.79]the street,
[00:18.87]streaming blood in trails of terror,
[00:23.76]are the arms that point me to my door,
[00:30.90]which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
[00:33.12]invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
[00:57.00]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:01.77]are the arms that point me to the red eyes
[01:05.01]of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
[01:08.49]of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
[01:11.91]of the pinhead skinhead killers,
[01:13.95]and the dirty angel does his target practice night
[01:19.08]and day,
[01:19.86]making ready now to steal my soul away.
[01:45.18]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:48.90]are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
[01:52.65]while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
[01:57.96]"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
[02:06.18]coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
[02:51.03]The arms that you cut off the body
[02:53.58]of the screaming young man
[02:56.19]dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
[03:05.46]has kept itself alive with prayer,
[03:09.42]but not for miracles,
[03:11.43]and not for heaven.
[03:13.23]Just for silence
[03:15.45]and for mercy
[03:30.72]until the end.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
of the young man who ran screaming through
the street,
streaming blood in trails of terror,
are the arms that point me to my door,
which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that point me to the red eyes
of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
of the pinhead skinhead killers,
and the dirty angel does his target practice night
and day,
making ready now to steal my soul away.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
The arms that you cut off the body
of the screaming young man
dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
has kept itself alive with prayer,
but not for miracles,
and not for heaven.
Just for silence
and for mercy
until the end.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:11.58]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[00:15.06]of the young man who ran screaming through
[00:17.79]the street,
[00:18.87]streaming blood in trails of terror,
[00:23.76]are the arms that point me to my door,
[00:30.90]which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
[00:33.12]invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
[00:57.00]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:01.77]are the arms that point me to the red eyes
[01:05.01]of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
[01:08.49]of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
[01:11.91]of the pinhead skinhead killers,
[01:13.95]and the dirty angel does his target practice night
[01:19.08]and day,
[01:19.86]making ready now to steal my soul away.
[01:45.18]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:48.90]are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
[01:52.65]while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
[01:57.96]"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
[02:06.18]coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
[02:51.03]The arms that you cut off the body
[02:53.58]of the screaming young man
[02:56.19]dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
[03:05.46]has kept itself alive with prayer,
[03:09.42]but not for miracles,
[03:11.43]and not for heaven.
[03:13.23]Just for silence
[03:15.45]and for mercy
[03:30.72]until the end.
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