But, oh, Lord, don't make it easy Keep me working till I work it all out Till I'm free from this shadow of doubt Keep me out of this shadow of doubt But please, please won't you shine enough light on me Just another homesick child, tired of running wild

Another night, another demise, Cadaverous wind blowing cold as ice I'll let the wind blow out the light Cause its gets more painful every time i die. The faint blaze of the candle of my life, Slowly dying like a fire in a pouring rain. No sparks of hope

In the ghetto On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' And his mama cries As the snow flies A poor little baby child is born 'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed People, don't you understand The child needs a

(Bury me in blood oil) Tell your children we got another year coming Bury me in blood oil Build me black Jesus Shackles pulling at your hair I'm a heading down, down, down Down to the river 'cause I don't believe in medicine Oil stains the legs of this

Du, du, du, du With their tanks, and their bombs And their bombs, and their guns In your head, in your head Zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie What's in your head, in your head Another head hangs lowly Child is slowly taken And the violence, caused such silence

Where do fallen angels go I just don't know They keep falling, falling, falling... Can you hear me There's a candle burning in the world tonight For another child who vanished out of sight And a heart is broken, another prayer in vain There's a million

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today

I am an old woman named after my mother My old man is another child that's grown old If dreams were lightning thunder was desire This old house would have burnt down a long time ago Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry Make me a poster of an old

They’ll tell the story of tonight Let’s have another round tonight Raise a glass to freedom I may not live to see our glory But I will gladly join the fight And when our children tell our story Something they can never take away No matter what they tell

I am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why