Just let it all be forgiven Pray for our sins, I... Just let it all be forgiven (Lord forgive him, yeah) Just let 'em all be forgiven (Lord forgive him) And we're introducing the starting lineup We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles Coached

Begging us please Praying that we don't exist Just let us through Na na na na na na na We don't exist But tell me why they treat me like this? Maybe it's true They're staring at you

'Cause you've been running circles 'round My mind, turning me inside out And I fell for you but hit the ground 'Cause the only love I've known has let me Down and I need lifting up Now you ain't here I'm sleeping rough And I'm praying I can pray enough

Evil's comin', fight the fire, push has come to shove Let's all pray, we need the help of death from up above We must fight, we won't surrender, the king will never change Hold the line, there's no contender, the outcome's prearranged It's killed or be

Let not another child be slain Let not another search be made in vain Jah forgive us for forgetting So badly that not many can see you In the name of, and by the power of The holy spirit May we invoke your intercession for The children of England Some of

Let this be our prayer Guide us with your grace Give us faith so we'll be safe Just like every child I pray you'll be our eyes and watch us where we go And help us to be wise in times when we don't know When we lose our way Lead us to a place To a place

But I got nothing No magic words To stop your leaving I'm just blank To end this hurt I'm starring into a space Prayin' please, please let me think of something 'Cause I got nothing It's my third cup of coffee

Dance, baby, dance, like the world is ending This is who you are Sit back and look for the warnings Baby walkin' around with your head cut off Let's start today Dance, baby, 'cause, like the world is ending The queen's heart So we pray and we pray

I bleed it out Digging deeper just to throw it away Just to throw it away Say your prayers and stomp it out When they bring that chorus in Yeah, here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going

I'm ready to meet him 'cause where I'm living ain't right Black hate white, white hate black, it's right back to the same fight They got us suspecting a war But the real war is to follow the law of the Lord I'm ready to meet him Let us pray: I thank you