Satan Rejected My Soul

"Satan Rejected My Soul" Lyrics Page

Track List
Satan Rejected My Soul
Now I Am A Was
This Is Not Your Contry

SATAN REJECTED MY SOUL
Satan rejected my soul
He knows my kind
He won't be dragged down
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it - please
It's free
You'll never see
You'll never see
All the fun in life it's cost me
Satan rejected my soul
As low as he goes
He never quite goes this low
He's seen my face around
He knows Heaven doesn't seem
To be my home
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So I must find
Somewhere else to go
So, take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Take it please
It's really sly
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on, come on
Call me in
Pull me in, call me in
Come on, come on, oh
Come on, come on, come on
Pull me in, pull me in
Call me in, haul me in, pull me in
Come on, come on, ah
Come on, come on
La la la la la
Oh ...

NOW I AM A WAS
Once I was complete and
Safe within your heart
Me - with a preference for
Making things worse

So, now I am a was
Now I am a was
I started at the top
And I worked my way down

Once I was so smugly
Foremost in your thoughts
Me - with a talent for
Making you cry

So, now I am a was
Now I am a was
I started at the top
And I worked my way down
So, now I am a was

So, now I am a was
I am a was
So, now I am a was
I am a, I am a, I am a, I am a,
I am a, I am a, I am a, I am a ...

THIS IS NOT YOUR COUNTRY
Road blocks and fire
Barbed wire upon barbed wire
This is not your country

Armoured cars, corrugated scars
Grafitti scrolls:
"This is not your country"

Home sweet fortress
Gunshot - we hate your kind
Get back !
This is not your country

I need some air
And I'm stopped and repeatedly questioned:
"Born and raised ?"
But this is not my country

We're old news
All's well
Say BBC scum
One child shot, but so what ?

Laid my son
In a box, three feet long
And I still don't know why

A short walk home becomes a run
And I'm scared
In my own country

We're old news
All's well
Say BBC scum
Everybody's under control
Of our surveillance globes

We're old news
All's well
And thirty years could be a thousand
And this Peugeot ad
Spins round in my head
British soldier pointing a gun
And I'm only trying to post a letter
A short walk home becomes a run
And I'm scared, and I'm scared, I am scared

Old news
All's well
BBC scum
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
Zip up your mouth
You've got more than the dead, so zip up your mouth

BACK

Back to Smiths&MOZ Back to My Home Page

Hosted by www.Geocities.ws