For whom the gun tolls For whom the prey weeps Bow before a war Call it religion
Some wounds never heal Some tears never will Dry for the unkind Cry for mankind
Even the dead cry Their only comfort Kill your friend, I don't care Orchid kids, blinded stare
Need to understand No need to forgive No truth no sense left to be followed
Facing this unbearable fear like meeting an old friend
"Time to die, poor mates, You made me what I am!"
In this world of a million religions everyone prays the same way
"Your praying is in vain It'll all be over soon"
Father help me, save me a place by your side!
"There is no God Our creed is but for ourselves" "Not a hero unless you die Our species eat the wounded ones"
Drunk with the blood of your victims I do feel your pity-wanting pain, Lust for fame, a deadly game
"Run away with your impeccable kin!"
"Good wombs hath borne bad sons"
Cursing, God, why? Falling for every lie Survivors' guilt In us forevermore
Fifteen candles Redeemers of this world Dwell in hypocrisy: "How were we supposed to know?"
Four pink ones Nine blue ones Two black ones
Writer/s: Erno Matti Juhani Vuorinen, Jukka Antero Nevalainen, Sami Tuure Petteri Vaenskae, Tarja Soile Susanna Turunen, Tero Kalle Sakari Kinnunen, Tuomas Lauri Johannes Holopainen
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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The Four Tops' "I Can't Help Myself (Sugar Pie Honey Bunch)" was written by the Motown team of Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland and Eddie Holland. The phrase "Sugar pie, honey bunch" was something Dozier's grandfather used to say when he was a kid.