I ain't no demon, lord, look to me please
Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease
Millions of innocents, are born to disease
Where is our solace, lord?
Oh lord answer me
Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease
Millions of innocents, are born to disease
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 they aim to recruit
They raise, in their stadiums, a poisonous brood
I think they would crucify someone like you
One day, will this be over?
I ain't no demon, lord
But neither are you
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