Lyrics Dead - Aurelio Voltaire

Dead - Aurelio Voltaire
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dead, artist - Aurelio Voltaire. Album song Ooky Spooky, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 20.07.2007
Record label: Projekt
Song language: English

Dead

There’s a pilot impaled to the wing
And he’s Dead!
And all the passengers, they are missing
'cause they’re Dead!
Oh someone tell me why
I’m alive I don’t even care
And yet I have been spared
There’s a girl with a hole in her heart
And she’s Dead!
And there’s an infant that’s been torn apart
Now he’s Dead!
Oh, someone tell me why
I’m alive I don’t even pray
And yet I have been saved
The good reverend Carlin was right
He said When you pray
Only 50% of the time will you get your way
If God doesn’t listen to our cries when we call
Someone tell me what’s the point of praying at all
There’s a man and he lives in the sky
So they said
And he watches us all of the time
So I’ve read
So someone tell me why
It could be he won’t talk to me
Could it be that I’m deaf?
The good reverend Carlin was right
He said «When you pray…»
«Only 50% of the time will you get your way»
If God doesn’t listen to our cries when we call
Someone tell me what’s the point of praying at all
God is all-knowing
And God is all-seeing
Just who do you think that you are
To change his mind
He already knows what you want
And decided that you didn’t need it
So don’t bother asking for cures or an answer
God is the one who gave you the Cancer!

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Artist lyrics: Aurelio Voltaire