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