The writer wrote. The singer sung.
The record broke. The audience was stunned.
Some they begged for mercy, others even cried
Some fled, left for dead, some said it changed their lives.
And the writer said "I wish you'd known me
When I still believed in the truth
Now it's all I have left along with my debts
And lack of youth". He said -
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
No pretty songs of compromise.
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
It's a good day to die.
God spoke. The people laughed.
The tablets broke while they were pissing on the golden calf
Some found their heaven, some found their hell
Some ran to Canaan land, others lay where they fell
And God said "I wish you'd known me
When I still believed you'd be true
Now for the rest of your days when you call out my name
I'll be MR GOD TO YOU - He said
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
No petty songs of compromise.
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
It's a good day to die.
And the lover said why don't you touch me?
Reach out your hand just like this
You can capture my soul you can take hold
And kill me with a kiss. She said -
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
No pretty songs of compromise.
Take no prisoners. Tell no lies.
It's a good day to die.
It's a good day to die.
It's a good day. |