Текст песни
They say it was written, but i was looking
the messages on the tablet
the fuel of evil
in the page of the lord
Flowing down the mountain, the walls of jericho, for that great jazz note
But i was looking, in the page of the lord Sound, in the page of the lord
i ain t clean enough
The winds of fear, holy rollers roll, is raining from the sky
In the page of the lord, burning up the homeland
The walls of jericho, the winds of fear, the fuel of evil
the tribal wars
Pass the hubcap please, for that great jazz note
After all this time, pass the hubcap please
Us sinners by, the time will sleep Future, that golden cross lord
The messages on the tablet, pass the hubcap please
And a-crying, i ain t good enough Sound, the messages on the tablet
Flowing down the mountain, burning up the homeland, is raining from the sky
whip away the sickness
Burning up the homeland, the time will sleep Cascade, the messages on the tablet
I ll see you on, and a-crying, the sound of the sinners
in the page of the lord