Who will all alone
Dribble the bull of gold?
Who has the courage to face
His tough sharpened horns?
Few remember to say
Few have force to face
k** the letter that k**s...
...live the faith...
Dalila wants to cut my hair
Golias doesn't get to lift
Jericó now is a tourist point
I write metaphors on saturday
Few remember to say
Few have force to face
k** the letter that k**s...
...live the faith...
The postman pa**ed here
Lutero loved this letter
He didn't sew the torned veil
And either it was counting the moons
I´m not the slave's son
I don't live in the hill
I don't build what i've destroyed
My savior didn't die in vain