My God Is The Sun

Album: ...Like Clockwork (2013)
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  • Far beyond the desert road
    Where everything ends up
    So good the empty space, mental erase
    Forgive, forgot

    Heal them, like fire from a gun
    Kneeling, my god is the Sun
    Heal them, with fire from above
    Kneeling, my god is the Sun

    I don't know what time it was
    I don't wear a watch
    So good to be an ant who crawls
    Atop a spinning rock

    Heal them, like fire from a gun
    Kneeling, my god is the Sun
    Heal them, with fire from above
    Kneeling, my god is the Sun

    Heal them, like fire from a gun
    Kneeling, my god is the Sun
    Healing, kneeling
    Godless heathens

    Godless heathens always waltz on the sky Writer/s: Dean Anthony Fertita, Josh Homme, Joshua Michael Homme, Michael Jay Shuman, Troy Dean Van Leeuwen
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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