All Saints Day - The Silent Comedy

I ain’t no demon, Lord

Oh look to me please

Good men are sufferin'

With the evil at ease

And millions of innocents

Are born to disease

Oh where is our solace, Lord?

Oh Lord answer me

I look to your people, Lord

But they’re being cruel

They sleep with the criminals

That they aim to recruit

They raise in their stadiums

A poisonous brood

I think they would crucify

Oh someone like you

One day, will this be over?

Will this be over?

Will this be over?

I ain’t no demon, Lord

But neither are you