I feel glorious, glorious Got a chance to start again I was born for this, born for this It's who I am, how could I forget? I made it through the darkest part of the night And now I see the sunrise Now I feel glorious, glorious We gon' be alright, put

Like there's moonshine in the trunk, and blue lights on our tail Like we're helping out uncle Jessy, making a midnight run Let's drive tonight like this whole county's dry And there's moonshine in the trunk Like if we get caught they're gonna haul us off

Weepin' and a-wailin' tonight Burnin' and a-lootin' tonight Give me the food and let me grow Burning all pollution tonight Burning and a-looting tonight This morning I woke up in a curfew O God, I was a prisoner too, yeah! Could not recognize the faces

I'll call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!) When the night call, yeah When the night call, yeah (night call!) I call all my soldiers just to come and brawl, yeah (soldiers!) When the night call pick up the phone This time I'mma

Pack your heat in this war zone, niggas is trife Runnin from one time, ain't no time to slip Make one false move and it's a up north trip Livin' the high life, make your moves at night Livin the high life, make your moves at night It all began on the

I'm drowning in solitude again No, this won't kill me In my dreams last night I saw your face You held me and washed away my tears Then I woke to realize you're gone This won't kill me Pull these scars off my eyes Lost from the world

This chapel of ritual Smells of dead human sacrifices From the altar bed On this night of ritual Invoking our master To procreate the unholy bastard Tonight we're summoned for a divine cause Remembrance, no But for their future loss

We're all just victims of a crime I'm missing you And some say this can't be real And I've lost my power to feel tonight When all's gone and can't be regained We can't seem to shelter the pain inside We've all been victims of a crime House full of roses

Sunday, Bloody Sunday How long must we sing this song? How long, how long? 'Cause tonight, we can be as one Sunday, Bloody Sunday (Sunday, Bloody Sunday) I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes

I may never sleep tonight, If I could trade mistakes for sheep, Count me away before you sleep I'll still wait till I trade my mistakes, So they fade away Let me save you of this wrong As long as you're still burning bright Placing a smile at the perfect