Matthew, Mark, John, and Luke
This is the day I've reckoned out
Mama looks too ill for truth
With a heart of sin, God will rest
No need to apologize
For the vengeance, it will come now
Truth is not always kind
It pays well to know
Peter and Paul, they did condemn
This is the day I've reckoned out
Women like the Magdalene
She sent the slave, you love it
Now you ask me if I agree
Our patron
When the unrepentant
Shall run in
It pays well to know
Shackle of birds
We sing our song
We bite the wood
Will you pray
Unrepentant
Ungered
I'm gonna free myself
Your opinion
I'm gonna heal myself
From your religion
I'm gonna free myself
Your aggression
I'm gonna heal myself
From your religion
I'm gonna heal myself
You're a father of corporate greed
This is the day I've reckoned out
You absolve corporate thieves
They will think the Jew is king
As our governments relent
Guess who gives them a late time
And turn a blind eye to your sins
It's no time
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A Countdown
Jerあぁ Dee
A Countdown


a Countdown

I'm gonna free myself from your opinion
I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
Shed your furs
We sing a song, we buy your world
Will you pray?
Hurry, calm down, Geraldine
I'm gonna free myself from your opinion
I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
I'm gonna free myself from your aggression
I'm gonna heal myself from your religion
From your religion
If you find the vicar's wife
Running through the rain
On her way from St. James
To Mary's in the field
You'll find she plays guitar
Sometimes with a band
But she plays the bass
Like a Messiah
If you find the vicar's wife
Staying in the field


Staring out to sea
Praying for one more soul
We lose one every week
There she will light a flame
Asking why they've gone
What are we not giving?
Giving to God?
Giving to the young
You'll find she plays guitar
Sometimes with a band
But she plays the bass
Like a Messiah
If you find the vicar's wife
Running through the rain
On her way from St. James
To Mary's in the field
On her way from St. James
To Mary's in, Mary's in, in the field
On her way from St. James
To Mary's in the field