Fence Riders Lyrics
| Song | Fence Riders |
| Artist | Jimmy Needham |
| Album | Hurricane EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Needham | |
| Am I foolishness to you | |
| And is it laughable the things I do | |
| Can you callused minds see past yourselves to his devine | |
| Am I foolishness to you | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don't make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I'm so out to cry | |
| You call it loosening up | |
| Loosening up | |
| I call it spiraling down | |
| Only one thing's the same | |
| Only one thing remains | |
| Jesus Jesus | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don't make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I'm so out to cry | |
| You're all asleep | |
| You're all asleep | |
| You're all asleep oh children | |
| But he's over needed | |
| You don't see it no | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don't make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I'm so out to cry | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don't make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I'm so out to cry |
| zuo qu : Needham | |
| Am I foolishness to you | |
| And is it laughable the things I do | |
| Can you callused minds see past yourselves to his devine | |
| Am I foolishness to you | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry | |
| You call it loosening up | |
| Loosening up | |
| I call it spiraling down | |
| Only one thing' s the same | |
| Only one thing remains | |
| Jesus Jesus | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry | |
| You' re all asleep | |
| You' re all asleep | |
| You' re all asleep oh children | |
| But he' s over needed | |
| You don' t see it no | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry |
| zuò qǔ : Needham | |
| Am I foolishness to you | |
| And is it laughable the things I do | |
| Can you callused minds see past yourselves to his devine | |
| Am I foolishness to you | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry | |
| You call it loosening up | |
| Loosening up | |
| I call it spiraling down | |
| Only one thing' s the same | |
| Only one thing remains | |
| Jesus Jesus | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry | |
| You' re all asleep | |
| You' re all asleep | |
| You' re all asleep oh children | |
| But he' s over needed | |
| You don' t see it no | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry | |
| Can I sing about my maker | |
| And have you not role your eyes | |
| Can I weep about my maker | |
| And the way he died | |
| I know it don' t make sense | |
| To those who ride the fence | |
| But I' m so out to cry |
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