Kneel

I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord

Jack Carver, an Englishman kind
Had rage and whisky, and women on his mind
Sold-out crowds chanted that boxer's name
Vicious with a knife but London loved to see him fight
It made the Ripper alright
Gonna get the chair

I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord
I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord

Now Pope Clementine, in his long red robe
Made by bloody children, silver and gold
Rotten to the core but congregation wouldn't see
As long as the faithful bowed their heads in sand to pray
It made it okay
Alter boys, kneel

I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord
I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord

Don't share the curse, let sleeping dogs lie
That great flood drowned my daddy's farm
Give anything for a moment of dry
To stop the blood rising any higher

Mary Magdalen had herself a boy
Fascinated with sin like it was her little toy
Daddy left for Paradise, and said he'd rule the world
When Mary had to pay for Earthly riches she did steal
She put her child for sale
Temptations sing

I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord
I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord
I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord
I'll kneel, kneel right before my lord



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Impellizzeri
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