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Were you a witness? |
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Were you a witness? |
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And on that holy day |
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And on that bloody day |
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Were you a witness? |
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Were you a witness? |
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And on that holy day |
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And on that bloody day |
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And on his dying bed he told me |
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"Tell all my friends I was fighting, too, |
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But to all the cowards and voyeurs: |
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There are no more tickets to the funeral |
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There are no more tickets to the funeral. |
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Were you a witness? |
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Were you a witness? |
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And on that holy day |
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And on that bloody day |
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There are no more tickets to the funeral |
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There are no more tickets to the funeral |
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The funeral is crowded! |
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Were you a witness? |
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Were you a witness? |
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Were you there when they crucified my Lord |
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Were you there when they nailed him to the cross |
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Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble |
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Were you there when they crucified my Lord |
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"Were you a witness? Were you a witness? |
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"Were you there when they dragged him to the grave" |
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Were you there when they dragged him to the grave |
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Sometimes it causes me to wonder, wonder, wonder" |
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Were you there when they dragged him to the grave? |
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And on that holy day |
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And on that bloody Day |
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Were you a witness? |
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"Were you there when they laid him in the tomb |
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Were you there when they laid him in the tomb |
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Sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble |
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Were you there when they crucified my Lord?" |
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"Were you a witness? Were you a witness? |
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SWING SWING |
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A band of Angels coming after me |
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coming for to carry me home |
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Swing swing |
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A band of Devils coming after me |
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for to drag me to the grave. |
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Swing Swing |
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But I will not go |
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and I shall not go |
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I will wake up |
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and I shall walk from this room into the sun |
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where the dirty angel doesn't run |
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Where the dirty angel cannot go |
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And brothers in this time of pestilence |
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do know that we meet we hear another sick man sigh |
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Each time that we meet we hear another has died |
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And I see angels angels angels devils |
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Angels angels devils |
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Angels angels devils |
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Coming for to drag me to the grave |
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Angels! |
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Mr. Sandman makes a filthy bed for me |
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But I will not rest |
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And I shall not rest |
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As a man who has been blinded by the storm |
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and waits for angels by the road |
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while the devil waits for me at night |
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with knives and lies and smiles |
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and sings the "swing low sweet chariot" |
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of death knells |
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one by one |
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like a sentence of the damned |
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and one by one |
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of my brothers die |
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Unloved, unsung, unwanted |
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Die, and faster please, |
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we've got no money for extended visits |
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says the sandman |
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But we who have gone before |
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Do not rest in peace |
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Remember me? |
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Unburied |
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I am screaming in the bloody furnaces of Hell |
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and only ask for you |
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to raise your weary eyes into the sun |
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until the sun has set |
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For we who have gone before |
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Do not rest in peace |
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We who have died |
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Shall never rest in peace |
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There is no rest until the fighting's done |
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And I see Angels Angels |
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Devils |
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Angels Angels |
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Angels Angels Devils |
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Coming for to drag me to the grave |
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Angels! |
