Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he come to save? Did he come at all? And if I dried his feet, with my dirty hair, would he make me clean again? They say they don't know when but a day is gonna come, when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will just go black, It'll all go back, to the way it was before. I knew a lovely girl, with such pretty pride, and every man wanted her, yeah and so did I. So did I. But she up and died in a fit of vanity. Now men with purple hearts, carry silver guns. And they will kill a man for what his father has done. But what my father did, you know it don't mean shit. I'm not him. So you think I need some discipline, well, I had my share. I have been sent to my room. I've been sat in a chair. And I held my tongue. I didn't plug my ears. No, I got a good talking to. And now I don't know why, but I still try to smile when they talk at me like I'm just a child. Well, I'm not a child. No, I am much younger than that. And now I have read some books and have grown quite brave. If I could just speak up I think I would say that there is no truth. There is only you and what you make the truth. So I will just sing my song and I'll pass a hat. Then I'll leave your town and never look back. No, I don't look back because the road is clear and laid out ahead of me. I'll get home and meet my friends at our favorite bar. We'll get some lighter heads for our heavy hearts. And we will share a drink. Yeah we will share our fears and they will know how I love them. They will know how I love. They will know how I love them. I am nothing without their love. I don't know when but a day is gonna come when there won't be a moon and there won't be a sun. It will all go black. It will all go back to the way it is supposed to be. Is it true what I heard about the Son of God? Did he die for us? Did he die at all? And if I sold my soul for a bag of gold, which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Which one of us would be the foolish one? Which one of us would be the fool? Could you please start explaining? You know, I need some understanding. Could you please start explaining? You know, I need some understanding. Could you please start explaining? You know, I need some understanding. I could do good with some explaining. You know. I want to understand.
This is the most honest song I have ever heard. I don't morally agree with all the lyrics but something about this song cuts me open and lays me bare.
There's something wrong, something that bothers me, about the way we are. Something disturbing, something callous. We shouldn't be as fake as we are. The things we joke about feel wrong, I noticed this as I was coming home today. What's funny shouldn't be. It is perverted and I want to stop. I don't know how. It's like a train that we've set into motion that I want to stop almost desperately now but I can't and I laugh anyway. And it does hurt and it isn't right. How have I become that which I once hated?
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