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• Artiste: Kevin Devine
• Titre: The Hand of God (Demo)
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In the hand of God there's a cattle prod That keeps shocking us along 'Til we're flung from roofs without parachutes To fill the patches on his lawn There's an iron gate where patrolmen wait To keep the chosen people safe From the infidels and their terror cells Rebels blessed with God's good grace There's a shining half jewel that's shattered glass Hemmed in with barbed wire You can skin your feet but you can't climb free Oh hallelujah, hot and hard All your fox-hole prayers full of fear you share With a bored and distant son While you held your will, killing time until Answers came from anyone You curse their Lord for all he ignored In his flawed and vengeful plan Cut yourself some slack against a deck so stacked I mean come on now, you're just one man Maybe after all when your conscience calls You might threw the missing link And all that white hot air you sprayed around out there Might have led to more than you think So when you breathe, breathe deep, breathe in greedily Like you might never breathe again Tell yourself the truth so all that work you do Won't be worthless in the end