I ain't no demon, Lord Look to me please The good men are sufferin' With the evil at ease Millions of innocents Are born to desease Where is our solace, Lord? Oh Lord answer me
I look to your people, Lord But they being cruel They sleep with the criminals That they aim to recruit They raise in their stadiums A poisonous brew I think they would crucify Oh someone like you
One day, will this be over? Will this be over? Will this be over?