yet? Playing God, shine in all his glory Playing God, warm you up so you'll sleep at night Playing God, climb the golden ladder Playing God Playing God
? Playing God, shine in all his glory Playing God, warm you up so you'll sleep at night Playing God, climb the golden ladder Playing God Playing God
Traduzione: America. Playing God.
with God, and able to shoot darts Cuz True Master pull strings on a flaming harp I fight theories that switch man with ape of God And when my lines pierce
battlefield. Each stab of bayonet is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved
the start, till I come across God, no holds barred, most niggas got balls but no heart, oh god, like Humphrey, smoking cigars living comfy, only in America
sanctions denied basic rights can't you see the dying ones with those city eyes? America, what have you done? what have you done by playing god? (hey
?m looking for America I?m searching for an old church steeple Where inside you find people Who live their lives unashamed And they ain't afraid to say God
the world was all just me and Paul playing football in the street And Winnie Cooper was my love I'm watchin' Jerry Springer make me sick As America is
filled with greed and lust, and on the back of the dollar bill, is the words IN GOD WE TRUST But the dollar bill is their only God and they don't even
looking for America I'm searching for an old church steeple Where inside you'll find people Who live their lives unashamed And they ain't afraid to say God
[Talking] It was so beautiful. It was almost unfair. It's cold but it's true. It was so cold it got warm. Kids out in the schoolyard and playing. It
America, less is the nasal voice chipped tooth bastard What your hearing is a replica I never had a clue, that all you dudes should be in dresses Double edges playing
in a world Where a man is judged by the color of his skin We can't win Not the content of his character They scared of you 22 million black in America
be Here in the land of the brave and the free In the year of nineteen five Merely trying to survive Took my knapsack in my hand Caught a train for Switzerland America, America God
I can't see past my feet between God's bald spots where the sky stops I'm one of the Earth's latest gallstones despite all the America going on, it's
No I don't see a later, I say open the present Got this here fetish for fighting cause freedoms been neglected I see frustration on faces of hopeless paramedics Playing God
and Cher Over there Yeah America Is Dying Slowly Surely America Is Dying Slowly America Is Dying Slowly remember that! Syndrome, be the resident America
