Execution Day
Meat Loaf
I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink Sympathy for me, hell i can't even think Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin' to rise I've heard it before 'n i know the truth from the lies Chorus: Is it any wonder heaven's racked with thunder And all of my dreams go under like the fallin' rain Execution day, execution day (execution day, execution day) - execution day Execution day Voices like locusts keep smothering me Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea Don't touch me now, won't let you crucify me You ain't no damn jury, you can't pass no sentence on me (chorus) Whose blood on whose hands, where's the promises they preached for this land Standin' there with bibles clutched in their hand Whose blood on whose hands, whose blood on whose hands (whose blood, whose hands) Execution day, execution day Father my hands are shakin', i see the light, it's breakin' Show me the way to set my soul free, i hope it rains on me Let it rain on me Execution day, execution daymeat loaf will fully smash you pomp rock
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