Wayne County - Storm The Gates Of Heaven lyrics
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[sound of creaky door opening] [laughter] Oh! Hello! Have^ you ever thought^ as the hearse goes by That^ you may be the next to die? They wrap you in a big white sheet And then they burry you eight feet deep* And then Your casket^ begins to leak! Ah ha!* The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out The worms play pinochle on your snout Your liver^ turns a slimy green And pus runs out like big whipped^ cream Your eyeballs, they turn to cherry red* And that's what you look^ like^ when you are dead Storm the gates of heaven Hold your head up high Storm the gates of heaven Look God right in the eye Storm the gates of heaven If anyone could do it, I could! Storm the gates of heaven And ask God "Who's gonna pay for the blood?" Who's gonna pay for the blood? Trials and tribulations Oppressed and made ashamed Life for land, death for kingdom You've just changed your name False prophets in their armour Destruction at their feet Onward Christian soldiers, Marching to the beat Marching to the beat Beat Storm the gates of heaven The church of Man is lost Storm the gates of heaven Gonna take it to the Boss Storm the gates of heaven Twisted 'round and 'round and 'round Storm the gates of heaven, Children of the Lamb Children of the Lamb Traveling tabernacles Armed with spears and guns Power of persuasion Run, you heathen ,run Bound in false conversion Mourning night and day Carcass of the jackel On your knees and pray On your knees and pray Storm the gates of heaven Knocking at your door Storm the gates of heaven The truth and nothing more Storm the gates of heaven How my heart has cried Storm the gates of heaven And I'll meet you in the sweet by and by In the sweet by and by I was there at the Inquisition I was there at the witchcraft trials I was there when they murdered Montezuma And they destroyed the Aztec empire Using God's name to murder and to steal other people's land Using His name to persecute And take away the freedom of Man And take away the freedom of Man Storm the gates of heaven Raise your heads up high Storm the gates of heaven Look God right in the eye If anyone could do it, I could, you could! We could storm the gates of heaven and ask God, "Who's gonna pay for the blood?" Who's gonna pay for the blood? Who's gonna pay for the blood?
