Katzenjammer
God’s Great Dust Storm
Hold my headHold my faithHold my eyes to the sky.When your scythe has, has me cut inGod’s great, great dust storm. Take my sinsWash them cleanPour the last drink for meAnd watch me, watch me burn inGod’s great, great dust storm I’ll be your gimpWhipped through the skinIn the hour that you comeThere are greedy crows inGod’s great, great dust stormI have walked the lineIn my best black suitThrough fields in sweet quiet mournPlease let the faithful come forth inGod’s great, great dust storm
From Letras Mania