Letra de Swaggart

Sparks from the 4-way Guess I'm disillusioned I try to move objects I'm weak in the mind Fleeced like we all our Shepherds of progress Deceive me with magic Show me a sign Expecting a miracle I'm here in the name of Expecting a miracle Show me a sign Never the snakes head The girl holds a charmer Now into a wide mouth On her own accord You talk of the fairground You burn it out right now You throw it all over Save us some time