Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wrestling Israel , by - Flobots. Song from the album The Circle In The Square, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 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 |