Silent Comedy All Saints Day
I ain't no demon, Lord
Look to me please
The 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
That they aim to recruit
They raise in their stadiums
A poisonous brew
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
