Band De Soleil Light Of Day
Everybody's talking nobody says a thing Everybody's talking nobody's listening Brimstone hell and fire chase the lamb away you can't see the heavens for the Light of Day I find it oh so hard to believe I find it oh so hard to be free I find it oh so hard to be me all for the light of day dark minds, dark times, dark age you angels shine your halos you preachers grip your books mount your golden soapboxes to get a better look but you don't let your high horse carry you so far away you can't see the heavens for the light of Day hypocrites and homeless murderers and thieves nobody gets to heaven but you and your flock of sheep Guess it's a private party for your preacher and you ma where you sit around the snakepit and pass judgment on us all
