Letras
Back up and fact-check your wrath
Our cabal is getting cozy
Come on down into our spaceship
Keep my name on your lips
Lest you slip through the fist of my judgment
On the day I have appointed
You can count me out
Your harp's out of tune
(Your harp's out of tune)
Your harp's out of tune
(Your harp's out of tune)
Your harp's out of tune
(We can't follow you)
If your harp's out of tune
You're playing telephone with friendship
End it now
Give up on the crooked vision of this heaven that you have
Could David doubt the praise
That rattles out my mouth?
I'm naked on display for God's great pleasure
Your harp's out of tune
(Your harp's out of tune)
Your harp's out of tune
(Your harp's out of tune)
Your harp's out of tune
(We can't follow you)
If your harp's out of tune