Lord Strike Me Dead - Live
Hey
Everybody stumblin' 'round in the dark 'cause the light's too dim to see
Everybody's got an axe to grind and they call it "being free"
Everybody with their skin so thin, looking out for number one
Nobody wants to be left holdin' the bag when it's all done
There ain't much left to say, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Everybody wants to blame somebody for the sorry shape they're in
Everybody ought to take a step back, see where it all begins
Ain't nobody listening, they're all pissing in the wind
Somebody please cover my eyes, tell me, when's it gonna end?
Take me outta here, I can't stand it anymore, yeah
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Ah, yeah, alright
We would like to put our hands together for our road crew
Ladies and gentlemen
We love you fellas
Waffle House is on me later
Everybody stumblin' 'round in the dark 'cause the light's too dim to see
Everybody's got an axe to grind and they call it "being free"
Everybody with their skin so thin, looking out for number one
Nobody wants to be left holdin' the bag when it's all done
There ain't much left to say, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Everybody wants to blame somebody for the sorry shape they're in
Everybody ought to take a step back, see where it all begins
Ain't nobody listening, they're all pissing in the wind
Somebody please cover my eyes, tell me, when's it gonna end?
Take me outta here, I can't stand it anymore, yeah
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Ah, yeah, alright
We would like to put our hands together for our road crew
Ladies and gentlemen
We love you fellas
Waffle House is on me later
Credits
Writer(s): Charles Webb Gray
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