Take Off Your Shoes
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, at the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me, Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed just even in the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me,
You brought me into infamy,
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, at the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
I bleed the blood of Jesus over you,
And over every fucking thing you do.
Seven times I bleed the blood of Jesus over you.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Behold, at the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me, Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies around here.
If you believed at all in your breviary,
If you believed just even in the ghost of me,
You wouldn't now be so surprised to see me.
In vanity you took the name of me,
You brought me into infamy,
And now you're so surprised to see me,
And now you're so surprised to see me.
Behold, at the last lamplight,
At the very end of your street,
I'm whispering something,
"Come closer to me,
Come closer to me."
I say you're running out of battery,
You're running out of battery,
And I don't see no bunnies around here.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground,
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
Even you can't lie when I'm around.
Take off your shoes--you're on hallowed ground.
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Writer(s): Sinead O Connor, John Reynolds
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