So god how come every wrong's been done?
With deals no Christ should allow,
Once the communist now the terrorist,
With blood as thick as yours,
Now a caravan of clouds,
Warns us all of winter showers,
Then the rattle comes the rain,
With each bullet screams your name,
(Chorus)
So how come this gatherin storm,
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar song let loose,
With the bombed out cars,
Come the falling stars,
From a heaven we'll never know,
And the nameless names,
On the misspelled graves grow tall,
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall
I'll liberate your peoples' fate,
Spoke the Burnin' Bush,
But the song of beats,
Growl with oil-soaked teeth,
Their dollar is mighty and true,
Now the eagle soars the sky,
Over refugee and child,
And to all there is no end,
Another perfect day in hell,
So how come the gather' storm,
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar song let loose,
Now a caravan of clouds,
Warns us all of deadly showers,
Then a rattle comes the rain,
With each bullet screams your name,
(Chorus)
Oh I'll liberate your peoples' fate,
As we scream at the Wailing Wall.
There are a lot of errors in these lyrics...
So god how come every wrong's been done? With deals no Christ should allow, Once the communist now the terrorist, With blood as thick as yours, Now a caravan of clouds, Warns us all of winter showers, Then the rattle comes the rain, With each bullet screams your name, (Chorus) So how come this gatherin storm, Pours little on the truth? Where the smokin' gun's a familiar song let loose, With the bombed out cars, Come the falling stars, From a heaven we'll never know, And the nameless names, On the misspelled graves grow tall, We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall I'll liberate your peoples' fate, Spoke the Burnin' Bush, But the song of beats, Growl with oil-soaked teeth, Their dollar is mighty and true, Now the eagle soars the sky, Over refugee and child, And to all there is no end, Another perfect day in hell, So how come the gather' storm, Pours little on the truth? Where the smokin' gun's a familiar song let loose, Now a caravan of clouds, Warns us all of deadly showers, Then a rattle comes the rain, With each bullet screams your name, (Chorus) Oh I'll liberate your peoples' fate, As we scream at the Wailing Wall.
Those are the correct lyrics. Good song.