Letra de All Saints Day

I ain't no demon, lord, look to me please Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease Millions of innocents, are born to disease Where is our solace, lord? Oh lord answer me I look to your people, lord, but they're being cruel They sleep with the criminals they aim to recruit They raise, in their stadiums, a poisonous brood I think they would crucify someone like you One day, will this be over? I ain't no demon, lord But neither are you