Brother

Brother,
Can you hear him coming?
Do you know his name?

There's a tremble in the ground
I was there
when it all came down

Hey brother,
You better clean your soul
You better get down to the river
And soak it good

Now you better shine your shoes
They won't let you in with mud on your soul

Oh brother,
I've never told a lie
And now it falls upon me to tell you the truth
I would rip off your skin
And lay it bare

Cause I've seen the world
And its nothing
But a potters field
Yeah I've seen the world
And its nothing



Credits
Writer(s): Gaute Rorvik Rosslund, Hans-petter Lund Jorgensen, Jorgen Gjestad-rosoy, Lars Thon Braten, Gorm Kjaras Dahl, Audun Rorvik Rosslund
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