| Song | With Crippled Wings |
| Artist | Lift to Experience |
| Album | The Texas Jerusalem Crossroads |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pearson | |
| Yeah the storms will surely come, (as) sure as the sun sets in the sky it shall be done. | |
| From that city one the hill, we're gonna wait out till the winds do still. | |
| At the pay for view, for the chosen few, yeah the storms are gonna come, sure as that setting sun. | |
| All aboard the engine number nine, those bound for the Jordan our Texas state line. | |
| Here at the shelter for the saints, you'll find rest for the weary and the faint. | |
| Dry amidst the deluge inside our city of refuge. | |
| From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome, the stars are gonna shine, from here to Palestine. | |
| When the angels take flight deep from the heart of the dark Texas night. | |
| So begins the Exodus to the land of the unclouded day. | |
| With blood bought ticket in your hand, carving out a 'trail of tears' along the way. | |
| Traveling ever homeward under (a) crippled, angry, new America. | |
| Traveling ever homeward under (a) crippled, angry, new America. | |
| On that railroad underground, those bound toward Texas till that great whistle sounds. | |
| And i the train does the tracks, don't think for a second that you're getting your money back. | |
| No exchanges, no refunds. Onward on foot till you see the rise of the Texas son. | |
| (New America, new America, our song.) | |
| And if you make it over the Jordan, you still have to make it through the night. | |
| And if you reach the Holy City, it won't be without a fight. | |
| And at that final resting place | |
| We shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty's saving grace | |
| And when hte bough does break | |
| Under the Bible Belt we're safe | |
| Where there'll be no hitting allowed | |
| From a single storm cloud | |
| From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome | |
| The stars are gonna shine | |
| From here to Palestine | |
| When the angels take flight | |
| Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night. | |
| With crippled wings |
| zuo qu : Pearson | |
| Yeah the storms will surely come, as sure as the sun sets in the sky it shall be done. | |
| From that city one the hill, we' re gonna wait out till the winds do still. | |
| At the pay for view, for the chosen few, yeah the storms are gonna come, sure as that setting sun. | |
| All aboard the engine number nine, those bound for the Jordan our Texas state line. | |
| Here at the shelter for the saints, you' ll find rest for the weary and the faint. | |
| Dry amidst the deluge inside our city of refuge. | |
| From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome, the stars are gonna shine, from here to Palestine. | |
| When the angels take flight deep from the heart of the dark Texas night. | |
| So begins the Exodus to the land of the unclouded day. | |
| With blood bought ticket in your hand, carving out a ' trail of tears' along the way. | |
| Traveling ever homeward under a crippled, angry, new America. | |
| Traveling ever homeward under a crippled, angry, new America. | |
| On that railroad underground, those bound toward Texas till that great whistle sounds. | |
| And i the train does the tracks, don' t think for a second that you' re getting your money back. | |
| No exchanges, no refunds. Onward on foot till you see the rise of the Texas son. | |
| New America, new America, our song. | |
| And if you make it over the Jordan, you still have to make it through the night. | |
| And if you reach the Holy City, it won' t be without a fight. | |
| And at that final resting place | |
| We shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty' s saving grace | |
| And when hte bough does break | |
| Under the Bible Belt we' re safe | |
| Where there' ll be no hitting allowed | |
| From a single storm cloud | |
| From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome | |
| The stars are gonna shine | |
| From here to Palestine | |
| When the angels take flight | |
| Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night. | |
| With crippled wings |
| zuò qǔ : Pearson | |
| Yeah the storms will surely come, as sure as the sun sets in the sky it shall be done. | |
| From that city one the hill, we' re gonna wait out till the winds do still. | |
| At the pay for view, for the chosen few, yeah the storms are gonna come, sure as that setting sun. | |
| All aboard the engine number nine, those bound for the Jordan our Texas state line. | |
| Here at the shelter for the saints, you' ll find rest for the weary and the faint. | |
| Dry amidst the deluge inside our city of refuge. | |
| From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome, the stars are gonna shine, from here to Palestine. | |
| When the angels take flight deep from the heart of the dark Texas night. | |
| So begins the Exodus to the land of the unclouded day. | |
| With blood bought ticket in your hand, carving out a ' trail of tears' along the way. | |
| Traveling ever homeward under a crippled, angry, new America. | |
| Traveling ever homeward under a crippled, angry, new America. | |
| On that railroad underground, those bound toward Texas till that great whistle sounds. | |
| And i the train does the tracks, don' t think for a second that you' re getting your money back. | |
| No exchanges, no refunds. Onward on foot till you see the rise of the Texas son. | |
| New America, new America, our song. | |
| And if you make it over the Jordan, you still have to make it through the night. | |
| And if you reach the Holy City, it won' t be without a fight. | |
| And at that final resting place | |
| We shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty' s saving grace | |
| And when hte bough does break | |
| Under the Bible Belt we' re safe | |
| Where there' ll be no hitting allowed | |
| From a single storm cloud | |
| From Athens to London to Paris to Rhome | |
| The stars are gonna shine | |
| From here to Palestine | |
| When the angels take flight | |
| Deep from the heart of the dark Texas night. | |
| With crippled wings |