Lyrics Execution Day - Meat Loaf
I
stare
in
the
mirror
My
eyes
refuse
to
blink
Sympathy
for
me
Hell
I
can′t
even
think
Send
for
the
Iceman
My
temperature
is
startin'
to
rise
I′ve
heard
it
before
And
I
know
the
truth
from
the
lies
Is
it
any
wonder
heaven's
racked
with
thunder?
And
all
of
my
dreams
go
under
like
the
fallin'
rain
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Voices
like
the
locusts
keep
smothering
me
Twisting
and
turning
my
senses
like
a
cyclone
at
sea
Don′t
touch
me
now,
won′t
let
you
crucify
me
You
ain't
no
damn
jury,
you
can′t
pass
a
sentence
on
me
Is
it
any
wonder
heaven's
racked
with
thunder?
And
all
of
my
dreams
go
under
like
the
pourin′
rain
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Whose
blood
on
whose
hands?
Where's
the
promises
they
preached
for
this
land?
Standin′
there
with
bibles
Clutched
in
their
hands
Whose
blood
on
whose
hands?
Whose
blood
on
whose
hands?
Whose
blood,
whose
hands?
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Father
my
hands
are
shakin'
I
see
a
light
that's
breakin′
Show
me
the
way
to
set
my
soul
free
I
hope
it
rains
on
me
Let
it
rain
on
me
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