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Mama's little martyr woke up with her face drawn on What you gonna do, 22, with your youth all gone And all your awful glory don't feel like it should Before you hang me for my story, lord let me be understood Oh, cause it ain't about if, it's about when They put a weapon in my hand, now here I am, a heretic agair But I feel sure footed, hope l'm going somewhere good No time to sit and wonder, lord let me be understood I used to walk around with shackles on my hands Back when I still needed you to tell me who I am We were standing at the dawn, unaware of the flood The rain pours on and on, lord let us be understood Ain't you had enough, living in this picture show Move a little closer, but oh don't let your demons show But I wouldn't go back even if I could Howling at the drunken thunder, lord let me be understood Friend, I've been restless, and I've been unwell But I have a heartbeat, and a trial to tell You can sentence me to burn, if you feel that you should But let the clock hands turn and turn, let me be understood Call it revelation, call it in the air Boy, you can't reach salvation from your rocking chair You're gonna shed a tear, gonna have to give blood No time to sit and wonder, lord let me be understood Here in the monumental yonder, let me be understood From Letras Mania