作词 : Donovan | |
Have you ever seen a picture of Pope Paul? | |
Have you ever asked yourself this question, | |
Would you trust this man with your soul now? | |
Would you trust this man? ask yourself now | |
His eyes are sunken and his cheeks are hollow | |
While you dig the poor of the world they follow | |
He hoarding up their gold in the Vatican | |
Would you trust this man? ask yourself now | |
A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin' | |
Ave Maria, Ave Maria... | |
Do you remember when the floods hit Italy? | |
How the things they treasured most were destroyed | |
All the paintings and the worshipped images | |
'Cos they lost their faith in the real God | |
He's goin' down and he's goin' down fast | |
You really didn't think the ignorance could last | |
All the little children are learning | |
And the constellation is turning. | |
A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin' | |
Mumbling by the tumbling tide | |
The kind of America humbly cried | |
Save my soul, save it soon! | |
The king of America fell in swoon | |
Oh yea, my honey, Oh yea my honey... |
zuo ci : Donovan | |
Have you ever seen a picture of Pope Paul? | |
Have you ever asked yourself this question, | |
Would you trust this man with your soul now? | |
Would you trust this man? ask yourself now | |
His eyes are sunken and his cheeks are hollow | |
While you dig the poor of the world they follow | |
He hoarding up their gold in the Vatican | |
Would you trust this man? ask yourself now | |
A poke at the Pope, that' s what we' re havin' | |
Ave Maria, Ave Maria... | |
Do you remember when the floods hit Italy? | |
How the things they treasured most were destroyed | |
All the paintings and the worshipped images | |
' Cos they lost their faith in the real God | |
He' s goin' down and he' s goin' down fast | |
You really didn' t think the ignorance could last | |
All the little children are learning | |
And the constellation is turning. | |
A poke at the Pope, that' s what we' re havin' | |
Mumbling by the tumbling tide | |
The kind of America humbly cried | |
Save my soul, save it soon! | |
The king of America fell in swoon | |
Oh yea, my honey, Oh yea my honey... |
zuò cí : Donovan | |
Have you ever seen a picture of Pope Paul? | |
Have you ever asked yourself this question, | |
Would you trust this man with your soul now? | |
Would you trust this man? ask yourself now | |
His eyes are sunken and his cheeks are hollow | |
While you dig the poor of the world they follow | |
He hoarding up their gold in the Vatican | |
Would you trust this man? ask yourself now | |
A poke at the Pope, that' s what we' re havin' | |
Ave Maria, Ave Maria... | |
Do you remember when the floods hit Italy? | |
How the things they treasured most were destroyed | |
All the paintings and the worshipped images | |
' Cos they lost their faith in the real God | |
He' s goin' down and he' s goin' down fast | |
You really didn' t think the ignorance could last | |
All the little children are learning | |
And the constellation is turning. | |
A poke at the Pope, that' s what we' re havin' | |
Mumbling by the tumbling tide | |
The kind of America humbly cried | |
Save my soul, save it soon! | |
The king of America fell in swoon | |
Oh yea, my honey, Oh yea my honey... |