Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wrestling Israel, artist - Flobots. Album song The Circle In The Square, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 27.08.2012
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
Wrestling Israel |
Who knew God cheats when he’s wrestling? |
I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at |
Him like suggestions don’t spar him pressin' on me |
Here’s a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I |
Keep throwing lefties 'til my right’s all right |
Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him |
Don’t do handouts; |
no I hand out concessions |
Sayin' «I ain’t got nothin' but my hands. |
Clutch my treasure.» |
A measure of a man is kindness |
Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is? |
My eyes are on the other side of minus |
If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I’m fine with |
Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise |
I wanna be seas need a planet to rise with my |
Feet on the bodies; |
these streets are overlined |
And from anyone the chosen one can rise |
Put the book away, we fight today |
And the fires burn with brighter flames |
There’s a balm in Gilead |
There’s a balm in Gilead |
I was never one to wanna throw away the laws |
More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws |
Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause |
And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross |
Dear Gods, please protect me from those who take you literally |
Pause, bless each motivation that contols me |
Please forgive me for every time I didn’t really |
Reflect peace or at least provide a bitter release |
To those bitterly burned by your followers |
Workin' for Haliburton or totin' Excaliburs |
Some of them know all the words but unaware of the |
Honorarium from Livin' on a Prayer |
Sincerely John and Brer, we deliver high (with no cannibus) |
P. S. we try to stay humble but we hope that you’re a fan of us |
If not we can adjust. |
P. P. S. My God, why have you abandoned us? |
Put the book away, we fight today |
And the fires burn with brighter flames |
There’s a balm in Gilead |
There’s a balm in Gilead |
I’m trying to walk the path of an ancient hemophiliac |
Basilisk lizard while I’m standing on a lilypad |
Retelling stories that are older than the Ilead |
There is a balm, there is a balm in Gilead |
We put the balms in the side and the sides ah heal |
Put the balm to the side, insides reveal |
All the God talk rings hollow like a Glockenspiel |
No time for what might not be real |
So whatever your tradition, never stop wrestling |
With precedent and privilege, never stop wrestling |
With flags and divinity, never stop wrestling |
With love for your enemies, never stop wrestling |
With faith and community, never stop wrestling |
With every god you worship, never stop wrestling |
Tryin' to be perfect but love who you are |
To divine your true prupose |
Put the book away, we fight today |
And the fires burn with brighter flames |
There’s a balm in Gilead |
There’s a balm in Gilead |