Hey Lord, Don’t Ask Me Questions

August 6, 2008

Crimson autograph is what we leave behind, everywhere man set foot.
War mongers laughing loud behind a painted face
Throwing titbits to the crowd then blowing up the place.

Hey lord don’t ask me questions, hey lord don’t ask me questions
Hey lord don’t ask me questions please…
Hey lord don’t ask me questions, hey lord don’t ask me questions
Hey lord ain’t no answer in me.

Well I stand up for liberty but I can’t liberate
Pent up agony I see you take first place.
Well who does this treachery? – I shout with bleeding hand
Is it you or is it me? – well I never will understand.

Hey lord don’t ask me questions, hey lord don’t ask me questions
Hey lord don’t ask me questions please…
Hey lord don’t ask me questions, hey lord don’t ask me questions
Hey lord ain’t no answer in me.

Well I see the thousands screaming, rushing for the cliffs
Just like lemmings into the sea, well well well
Who waves his mighty hand and breaks the precious rules?
Well the same one who must understand who wasted all these fools.

Hey lord don’t ask me questions, hey lord don’t ask me questions
Hey lord don’t ask me questions please…
Hey lord don’t ask me questions, hey lord don’t ask me questions
Hey lord ain’t no answer in me.
Ain’t no answer in me no, ain’t no answer in me

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