I feel it seems not all is well, and I've taken my time
This leather hand works over, a trouble man goes sober
But still it seems not all is well
Here in town there is a bell, and it rings just like time began
All time permits for fast and slow, bring all nations to the show
Cause here in town is where they sell
How many people does it take to wonder
To turn the sunshine into thunder
Keep the sinners on the mountain side, they've been around since the dawn of time
They keep a close eye on the ones that hide
Forgive, forget, and son will be a man
Mother you got to release the withdrawn hand but still keep the sinners right by your side
How many people does it take to wonder
To turn the sunshine into thunder
How many lips can read what the tongue deceives
To stutter meaninglessly
This fed up mind says to fall behind all to make it feel better
Cause state of I tends to compromise the signs
This fed up mind says to fall behind all to make it feel better
Cause state of I tends to compromise the signs
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Lyrics submitted by Jake.