Scapegoat The Mountain
I wanna go to the mountain,
Where the fountain of youth resides,
Where Dr. King had taken me under his wing,
To give me eyes where I once was blind,
To see Jesus come down from the sky,
In a tow of flames,
Cuz we were not what we wanted,
We were not what we wanted.
This is the price we pay,
It comes as a price we pay,
This is the price we pay.
We pay the price of the physical,
With every moment, every move we make,
But on the flip, this life is one hell of a trip,
Well worth the toll that the fairy man takes,
So when Jesus comes down from the sky,
In a tow of flames,
We will be what we wanted,
Yes, we will be what we wanted.
I wanna go to the mountain,
I wanna go to the mountain top.
I wanna go to the mountain,
I wanna go to the mountain top.
When will we finally know that all we are is love?
All we are is love.
I want to finally know that all we are is love,
All we are is love.
I wanna go to the mountain,
I wanna go to the mountain top.
I wanna go to the mountain,
I wanna go to the mountain top.
As it comes to pass we will find our way,
Like the roll of thunder as it chases the rain,
And I feel it in my bones,
My brittle bones again.
When will we finally know that all we are is love?
All we are is love.
I want to finally know that all we are is love,
All we are is love.
This is the price we pay,
It comes as a price we pay,
This is the price we pay.
This is the price we pay!
This is the price we pay!
This is the price we pay!
