Lyrics Nemesis - Wendy McNeill
                                                    I 
                                                watch 
                                                them 
                                                come 
                                                    i 
                                                watch 
                                                them 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                quickly 
                                                some 
                                                slow
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                drink 
                                                their 
                                                coffee 
                                                eat 
                                                bread
 
                                    
                                
                                                Read 
                                                the 
                                                paper 
                                                shake 
                                                heads 
                                                --they 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                "How 
                                                can 
                                                they 
                                                do 
                                                that"
 
                                    
                                
                                                "No 
                                                better 
                                                then 
                                                rats"
 
                                    
                                
                                                What′s 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                pot 
                                                calling 
                                                the 
                                                kettle 
                                                black
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                is 
                                                rising
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mills 
                                                of 
                                                god 
                                                grind 
                                                slowly
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                this 
                                                land 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                high 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                holy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharp 
                                                witted 
                                                but 
                                                not 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Focused 
                                                in 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                snows 
                                                of 
                                                last 
                                                year
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eyes 
                                                of 
                                                amber 
                                                feet 
                                                of 
                                                lead
 
                                    
                                
                                                Loves 
                                                nectar 
                                                soon 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                you 
                                                change 
                                                it 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                words 
                                                said
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                is 
                                                rising
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                deeply 
                                                    i 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                    i 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                easy 
                                                but 
                                                    i 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                    i 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                She 
                                                wears 
                                                    a 
                                                pendant 
                                                around 
                                                her 
                                                neck
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                it 
                                                hasn′t 
                                                penetrated 
                                                her 
                                                heart 
                                                yet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where's 
                                                justice 
                                                what's 
                                                law
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                first 
                                                witness 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                draw
 
                                    
                                
                                                Suddenly 
                                                there 
                                                wad 
                                                    a 
                                                pain 
                                                in 
                                                her 
                                                chest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                emerald 
                                                finally 
                                                settled 
                                                to 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tear 
                                                washed 
                                                things 
                                                clear
 
                                    
                                
                                                There′s 
                                                only 
                                                one 
                                                of 
                                                us 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                through 
                                                us 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                is 
                                                rising
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                circuitous 
                                                and 
                                                obscure
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                feet 
                                                of 
                                                nemesis 
                                                how 
                                                sure
 
                                    
                                
                                                There′s 
                                                    a 
                                                rumble 
                                                there's 
                                                    a 
                                                call
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                one 
                                                come 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                There′s 
                                                only 
                                                one 
                                                of 
                                                us 
                                                here
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slowly 
                                                deeply 
                                                    i 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                    i 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                easy 
                                                but 
                                                    i 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                    i 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
.                                                And 
                                                though 
                                                circuitous 
                                                and 
                                                obscure
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                feet 
                                                of 
                                                Nemesis 
                                                how 
                                                sure! 
                                                Sir 
                                                William 
                                                Watson: 
                                                Europe 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                Play
 
                                    
                                
                                                Retributive 
                                                justice 
                                                generally, 
                                                as 
                                                ′the 
                                                Nemesis 
                                                of 
                                                Nations', 
                                                the 
                                                fate
 
                                    
                                
                                                Which 
                                                sooner 
                                                or 
                                                later 
                                                overtakes 
                                                every 
                                                great 
                                                nation.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                mills 
                                                of 
                                                God 
                                                grind 
                                                slowly.
 
                                    
                                
                                                --Retribution 
                                                may 
                                                be 
                                                delayed, 
                                                but 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                sure 
                                                to 
                                                overtake 
                                                the 
                                                wicked
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                the 
                                                mills 
                                                of 
                                                God 
                                                grind 
                                                slowly, 
                                                yet 
                                                they 
                                                grind 
                                                exceeding 
                                                small;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                with 
                                                patience 
                                                He 
                                                stands 
                                                waiting, 
                                                with 
                                                exactness 
                                                grinds 
                                                He 
                                                all.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Longfellow: 
                                                Retribution
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                want 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                world.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mohandas 
                                                Gandhi
 
                                    
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