Testo di Oh Wicked Man

Food for thought! Eas', wes', north, south Murmurs and rumours of war Fret not thyself, my brother For these things must come to pass And I say Oh, wicked man, where you gonna run? You can't hide on the judgement day Wicked man, where you gonna run? You can't hide on the judgement day Workers of inequities they shall fade away For they shall be rallied on the judgement day, lord So foolish and corrupted are they, they no longer know the thruth "Father, forgive them", yes I say "for they know not what they are doin' " But I say Oh, wicked man, where you gonna run? You can't hide on the judgement day Wicked man, where you gonna run? You can't hide on the judgement day We say all over the world there is war Fret not thyself, my brother These things must come to pass