Psalters - Rich Man And Afghanistan (Or Lazarus) текст песни

I had my good things you had your bad

My skin stayed sterile to the sores you had
Lord have mercy upon me a sinner.

I distracted my eyes so your image wouldn't last
Lord have mercy upon me a sinner

I didn't hear the prophets because i was talking too fast
Lord have mercy on me a sinner

Now my tongue's drying up like the rich man
Lord have mercy on me a sinner

Smell smoke, start to choke it's approaching fast
Lord have mercy on me a sinner

I'll come to Afghanistan/Lazarus now, before i can't pass
Lord have mercy on me a sinner

It wasn't me they said
As missiles sped
At houses they fled
While Afghanistan bled
It wasn't me i said

As i sat well fed
The newspaper read
They've but grass for bread
And we eat ourselves to death