One True Lord
Surely, you must have it all figured out
Did you stop and think for a minute?
On a wheel that goes round and round and round
How long before you cannot take it?
In the sky above where we can never reach
Is a holy city made of white gold
Timeless gospels unto us they'll always teach
But it's getting harder to swallow
Always a maid, never the bride
Just riding someone else's ride
Tight on a leash at your owner's side
By hook or by crook he will train you to
Bow down on shattered knees
Paying homage to the one true lord
He wears a suit made of dollar bills
All he asks is everything and a little more
Tighten up a little more that tourniquet
Maybe have something hard to bite on
This is gonna hurt quite a little bit
And recovery will be so painful
What will remain of my little castle
In the sandpit where I'd built it
Could it be that it was never ever mine?
It always belonged to the ocean
Always a maid, never the bride
Just riding someone else's ride
Tight on a leash at your owner's side
By hook or by crook he will train you
Bow down on shattered knees
Paying homage to the one true lord
He wears a suit made of dollar bills
All he asks is everything and a little more
Bow down on shattered knees
Paying homage to the one true lord
He wears a suit made of dollar bills
All he asks is everything and a little more
Did you stop and think for a minute?
On a wheel that goes round and round and round
How long before you cannot take it?
In the sky above where we can never reach
Is a holy city made of white gold
Timeless gospels unto us they'll always teach
But it's getting harder to swallow
Always a maid, never the bride
Just riding someone else's ride
Tight on a leash at your owner's side
By hook or by crook he will train you to
Bow down on shattered knees
Paying homage to the one true lord
He wears a suit made of dollar bills
All he asks is everything and a little more
Tighten up a little more that tourniquet
Maybe have something hard to bite on
This is gonna hurt quite a little bit
And recovery will be so painful
What will remain of my little castle
In the sandpit where I'd built it
Could it be that it was never ever mine?
It always belonged to the ocean
Always a maid, never the bride
Just riding someone else's ride
Tight on a leash at your owner's side
By hook or by crook he will train you
Bow down on shattered knees
Paying homage to the one true lord
He wears a suit made of dollar bills
All he asks is everything and a little more
Bow down on shattered knees
Paying homage to the one true lord
He wears a suit made of dollar bills
All he asks is everything and a little more
Credits
Writer(s): Adel Al-qattan, Bader Nana, Omar Afuni
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