The Silent Comedy — All Saints Day

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I ain’t no demon, Lord
Oh look to me please
Good men are sufferin’
With the evil at ease
And millions of innocents
Are born to disease
Oh 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 brood
I think they would crucify
Oh someone like you

One day, will this be over?
Will this be over?
Will this be over?
[Repeat x4]

I ain’t no demon, Lord
But neither are you