The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
of the young man who ran screaming through
the street,
streaming blood in trails of terror,
are the arms that point me to my door,
which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that point me to the red eyes
of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
of the pinhead skinhead killers,
and the dirty angel does his target practice night
and day,
making ready now to steal my soul away.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
The arms that you cut off the body
of the screaming young man
dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
has kept itself alive with prayer,
but not for miracles,
and not for heaven.
Just for silence
and for mercy
until the end.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:11.58]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[00:15.06]of the young man who ran screaming through
[00:17.79]the street,
[00:18.87]streaming blood in trails of terror,
[00:23.76]are the arms that point me to my door,
[00:30.90]which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
[00:33.12]invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
[00:57.00]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:01.77]are the arms that point me to the red eyes
[01:05.01]of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
[01:08.49]of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
[01:11.91]of the pinhead skinhead killers,
[01:13.95]and the dirty angel does his target practice night
[01:19.08]and day,
[01:19.86]making ready now to steal my soul away.
[01:45.18]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:48.90]are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
[01:52.65]while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
[01:57.96]"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
[02:06.18]coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
[02:51.03]The arms that you cut off the body
[02:53.58]of the screaming young man
[02:56.19]dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
[03:05.46]has kept itself alive with prayer,
[03:09.42]but not for miracles,
[03:11.43]and not for heaven.
[03:13.23]Just for silence
[03:15.45]and for mercy
[03:30.72]until the end.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
of the young man who ran screaming through
the street,
streaming blood in trails of terror,
are the arms that point me to my door,
which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that point me to the red eyes
of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
of the pinhead skinhead killers,
and the dirty angel does his target practice night
and day,
making ready now to steal my soul away.
The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
The arms that you cut off the body
of the screaming young man
dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
has kept itself alive with prayer,
but not for miracles,
and not for heaven.
Just for silence
and for mercy
until the end.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:11.58]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[00:15.06]of the young man who ran screaming through
[00:17.79]the street,
[00:18.87]streaming blood in trails of terror,
[00:23.76]are the arms that point me to my door,
[00:30.90]which forsaken by the blood of Jesus,
[00:33.12]invites the Devil, who now waits for me outside.
[00:57.00]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:01.77]are the arms that point me to the red eyes
[01:05.01]of the pentecostal killers and the black eyes
[01:08.49]of the roman catholic killers and the blue eyes
[01:11.91]of the pinhead skinhead killers,
[01:13.95]and the dirty angel does his target practice night
[01:19.08]and day,
[01:19.86]making ready now to steal my soul away.
[01:45.18]The arms that you cut off that Sunday night
[01:48.90]are the arms that wait between my T.V. and my gun,
[01:52.65]while the winks and smiles of singing debutantes
[01:57.96]"We don't want you, Unclean, lying there in vomit,
[02:06.18]coming back with Elvis or with Jesus from the dead."
[02:51.03]The arms that you cut off the body
[02:53.58]of the screaming young man
[02:56.19]dance before my eyes the endless murder of my soul
[03:05.46]has kept itself alive with prayer,
[03:09.42]but not for miracles,
[03:11.43]and not for heaven.
[03:13.23]Just for silence
[03:15.45]and for mercy
[03:30.72]until the end.
Arms covered in blood, the war has begun
Hide the straight razor 'cos baby's insane
New telephone number, new lock on the door
Hide all the knives 'co...
When any man hath an issue out of his flesh,
Because of his issue he is unclean
Every bed whereon he lieth is unclean
And everything whereon he sittet...
O, Death
O, Death
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
Whoa, death someone would p...
At the dark end of the street
that is where we always meet
hiding in shadows where we don't belong
living in darkness, to hide alone
You and me, at th...
And she is still the only one, or is this the only moment;
For you are surely queen, first and last?
For you are surely king, O first and last lover?....
25 MINUTES TO GO
(Johnny Cash)
Well they're building a gallows outside my cell I've got 25 minutes to go
And the whole town's waitin' just to hear me ...
I
I am what
I am what am I
I am really what am I
And who am I
They call me what I am
And you were feeling so much better
Your feet were turned into
An...
Comes the night
comes the cold
comes the face
of the one I love
I see the birds
upon the rock
the crows that knew
your name and came on time
LIGHTS ...