Those Old Men
You say you speak the words of the Lord above
Those dry old men talk about love
You reduce God till he fits in your mind.
But you can't see colors when you're blind
When a man loves a man they can't be blessed
No problems with cars or weapons or the rest
But I think it's God's greatness you abuse
In your fancy dresses and your red shoes
I used to believe
But I will cease to grieve
You say you're men of prayer
But in fact I don't care
The days of those old men soon will be gone
You can't be right cause you say you can't be wrong
You really think you are the masters of faith
But you reduce God to a petty wraith
The words that only serve your power well
Mean, there is no heaven, there is only hell
We reserve the right to refuse following you
If love is not your answer, your silence will do
I used to believe
But I will cease to grieve
You say you're men of prayer
But in fact I don't care
The days of those old men soon will be gone
You can't be right cause you say you can't be wrong
You really think you are the masters of faith
But you reduce God to a petty wraith
The words that only serve your power well
Mean, there is no heaven, there is only hell
We reserve the right to refuse following you
If love is not your answer, your silence will do
I used to believe
But I will cease to grieve
You say you're men of prayer
But in fact I don't care
Those dry old men talk about love
You reduce God till he fits in your mind.
But you can't see colors when you're blind
When a man loves a man they can't be blessed
No problems with cars or weapons or the rest
But I think it's God's greatness you abuse
In your fancy dresses and your red shoes
I used to believe
But I will cease to grieve
You say you're men of prayer
But in fact I don't care
The days of those old men soon will be gone
You can't be right cause you say you can't be wrong
You really think you are the masters of faith
But you reduce God to a petty wraith
The words that only serve your power well
Mean, there is no heaven, there is only hell
We reserve the right to refuse following you
If love is not your answer, your silence will do
I used to believe
But I will cease to grieve
You say you're men of prayer
But in fact I don't care
The days of those old men soon will be gone
You can't be right cause you say you can't be wrong
You really think you are the masters of faith
But you reduce God to a petty wraith
The words that only serve your power well
Mean, there is no heaven, there is only hell
We reserve the right to refuse following you
If love is not your answer, your silence will do
I used to believe
But I will cease to grieve
You say you're men of prayer
But in fact I don't care
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Writer(s): Robert Sonnleitner
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