Song | Deliverance |
Artist | Cloven Hoof |
Album | Resist Or Serve |
Everybody needs a plastic Jesus, somebody give me cross to hold. Gonna buy me a stairway to heaven, evangelist wants all your gold. | |
The road to hell is paved with temptation, | |
righteousness thou shall not kill. | |
The innocent on the path to salvation, babies die by god's own will. | |
(Chorus) | |
Deliverance, deliver us! | |
From holy men and power games. Deliverance, deliver us! | |
Religion is a sin, | |
don't die in its name! | |
Deliverance! | |
Everyone is so scared of dying, | |
no one can or will come back. | |
No good in simply relying, | |
on a God when it's fade to black. | |
Blind faith is never the answer, | |
just live now for today. | |
Forget about the here in after, | |
it doesn’t matter anyway. | |
(Chorus) | |
Feel the sun now blinding my eyes, | |
see me raised on cross held high. Wounds I bear I pray for you, | |
for they know not what they do! | |
Holy father my time has come, | |
holy ghost now receive your son. | |
Suffer not I pity them, | |
people of Jerusalem. | |
You know not what you do! ...Oh! | |
(Chorus) |
Everybody needs a plastic Jesus, somebody give me cross to hold. Gonna buy me a stairway to heaven, evangelist wants all your gold. | |
The road to hell is paved with temptation, | |
righteousness thou shall not kill. | |
The innocent on the path to salvation, babies die by god' s own will. | |
Chorus | |
Deliverance, deliver us! | |
From holy men and power games. Deliverance, deliver us! | |
Religion is a sin, | |
don' t die in its name! | |
Deliverance! | |
Everyone is so scared of dying, | |
no one can or will come back. | |
No good in simply relying, | |
on a God when it' s fade to black. | |
Blind faith is never the answer, | |
just live now for today. | |
Forget about the here in after, | |
it doesn' t matter anyway. | |
Chorus | |
Feel the sun now blinding my eyes, | |
see me raised on cross held high. Wounds I bear I pray for you, | |
for they know not what they do! | |
Holy father my time has come, | |
holy ghost now receive your son. | |
Suffer not I pity them, | |
people of Jerusalem. | |
You know not what you do! ... Oh! | |
Chorus |