Shadow of the Steeple

SHADOW OF THE STEEPLE

PEOPLE ARE DYING IN THE SHADOW OF THE STEEPLE

FROM THE CHURCH STANDING HIGH ON THE HILL

DOWN HERE IN THE CITY THEY HAVE NO PITY

FOR THE DRUNK LYING COLD AND SO STILL

NOW I'M STANDING ON SKIDD ROW

IT'S A PLACE WHERE WE ALL GO WHEN THE PRESSURE'S OF LIFE BREAK OUR WILL

CHAINED TO OUR SORROW'S NO HOPE FOR TOMORROW

AND NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE HOW WE FEEL

CHORUS

SO WAKE UP OLD ZION HEAR THE CRIES OF THE DYING

THE HARVEST IS RIPE IN THE FIELD

LIGHT THE CANDLES OF PRAYER FOR LOST SOULS EVERYWHERE

WRIGHT IT DOWN GOD'S JUDGMENT IS REAL

JUST THE CHURCH AND THE STEEPLE AND ALL IT'S HIGH LOFTY PEOPLE THEY NEVER SEE THIS SIDE OF TOWN

BEAUTIFULL WALL AND STAINED GLASS WINDOWS HIDE THEM FROM THE SIGHTS AND THE SOUND

BUT OH BROTHER TAKE WARNING THERE'S A NEW DAY IT'S DAWNING AND GOD'S WRATH WILL SURELY COME DOWN

REPEAT CHORUS

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WRIGHT IT DOWN GOD'S JUDGMENT IS REAL

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WRIGHT IT DOWN GOD'S JUDGMENT IS REAL