Wrestling Israel - Flobots

Who knew God cheats when he’s wrestling?

I wanna keep my confessions so I keep throwing guesses at

Him like suggestions don’t spar him pressin' on me

Here’s a lesson tryin' to be where my best is and I

Keep throwing lefties 'til my right’s all right

Where I left him out of reach of the people out to get him

Don’t do handouts;

no I hand out concessions

Sayin' «I ain’t got nothin' but my hands.

Clutch my treasure.»

A measure of a man is kindness

Why do I preach to the choir and whatever my kind is?

My eyes are on the other side of minus

If my lifestyle tapes from the other side, I’m fine with

Threats to my climate hang in the air like promise

I wanna be seas need a planet to rise with my

Feet on the bodies;

these streets are overlined

And from anyone the chosen one can rise

Put the book away, we fight today

And the fires burn with brighter flames

There’s a balm in Gilead

There’s a balm in Gilead

I was never one to wanna throw away the laws

More the one to wanna floor debate the flaws

Offer up amendments and coordinate the cause

And keep the faith a let the Lord escape the cross

Dear Gods, please protect me from those who take you literally

Pause, bless each motivation that contols me

Please forgive me for every time I didn’t really

Reflect peace or at least provide a bitter release

To those bitterly burned by your followers

Workin' for Haliburton or totin' Excaliburs

Some of them know all the words but unaware of the

Honorarium from Livin' on a Prayer

Sincerely John and Brer, we deliver high (with no cannibus)

P. S. we try to stay humble but we hope that you’re a fan of us

If not we can adjust.

P. P. S. My God, why have you abandoned us?

Put the book away, we fight today

And the fires burn with brighter flames

There’s a balm in Gilead

There’s a balm in Gilead

I’m trying to walk the path of an ancient hemophiliac

Basilisk lizard while I’m standing on a lilypad

Retelling stories that are older than the Ilead

There is a balm, there is a balm in Gilead

We put the balms in the side and the sides ah heal

Put the balm to the side, insides reveal

All the God talk rings hollow like a Glockenspiel

No time for what might not be real

So whatever your tradition, never stop wrestling

With precedent and privilege, never stop wrestling

With flags and divinity, never stop wrestling

With love for your enemies, never stop wrestling

With faith and community, never stop wrestling

With every god you worship, never stop wrestling

Tryin' to be perfect but love who you are

To divine your true prupose

Put the book away, we fight today

And the fires burn with brighter flames

There’s a balm in Gilead

There’s a balm in Gilead