All Saints Day letra

I ain't no demon, lord, look to me please
Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease
Millions of innocents, are born to disease
Where is our solace, lord?
Oh lord answer me

I look to your people, lord, but they're being cruel
They sleep with the criminals they aim to recruit
They raise, in their stadiums, a poisonous brood
I think they would crucify someone like you

One day, will this be over?

I ain't no demon, lord
But neither are you

The Silent Comedy - Letras

• 30 Coins
• 49
• All Saints Day
• Avalanche
• Bartholomew
• Bones
• Break It Slow
• California Queen
• Enemies Multiply
• Exploitation
• Eyes Upon Us
• Footnotes
• Gasoline
• God Neon
• Great American Novel
• Heaven And Hell
• Light Of Day
• Moonshine
• No Saints Forgiven
• Peace Of Mind
• Poison
• Sharks Smell Blood
• The Well
• Tightrope
• Victory