Letras
That joy, that joy, that joy, that joy
That joy, that joy, that joy
That joy in my soul
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
A burning flame without control, woah
I feel that joy within my soul, woah
One which Pope Paul can't control, oh
King a cup sit upon the throne of fire
Babylon soon a fi retire
Sit upon the throne of fire
Babylon, this is your Messiah
Open the door
And let the Holy One of Israel in
How could they?
How could Babylon do such a virtuous thing?
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
A burning flame without control, oh
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
One which Pope Paul can't control
Babylon open the door
And let the Holy One of Israel in
Babylon them open the door
So they crowning kings of sin
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
A burning flame without control, woah
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
One which Pope Paul can't control, woah
Babylon must a fi retire
In this yah high war
Babylon skin catch a fire
In this yah high war
Babylon under the pressure
From the Messiah
Babylon we burn bag a wire
In this yah high war, wire
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
A burning flame without control, oh
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
One which Pope Paul can't control, oh
I feel that joy within my soul, soul
A burning flame without control, woah
It's a burning flame without control
One that Babylon them just can't hold
Burning flame without control
Burning out their soul
Burning flame without control
One that Babylon they just can't hold
Burning flame without control
Pope Paul cannot hold
How could they do such a virtuous thing?
How could they crown kings of sin?