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I ain't no demon, Lord, look to me pleaseGood men are sufferin' with the evil at easeMillions of innocents, are born to diseaseWhere is our solace, Lord? Oh Lord answer meI look to your people, Lord, but they're being cruelThey sleep with the criminals they aim to recruitThey raise, in their stadiums, a poisonous broodI think they would crucify someone like youOne day, will this be over? I ain't no demon, LordBut neither are you From Letras Mania