Letra Música Gospel From a Heathen – Morten Harket
I’m not an atheist
But i’ll be an atheist for you
My holy brother,
You turn our temple into a tomb
I am no believer,
But i’ll be faithful, i’ll be true
Sweet little sister
To protect the seeds in your womb
I gave you my hand
But you handed me a gun.
Man, you taught me like a son.
I believe no longer in you
I do what i do
I’ve lost your point of view
I believe no longer in you
Man, your children know it too.
Well, i’m not a faschist
But i’ll be a faschist for you
You’re hollowed and radical
I’ll break the spell of your taboos
I’m not a colour
But i’ll be any colour for you
Skinhead, redneck, clean cut, hick.
To rob you of the fear you made your rule.
I gave you my hand
Man, you handed me a gun
You drilled me like a son
I believe no longer in you
I do what i do
I’ve lost your point of view
I believe no longer in you
Your children know it too
Morten Harket – Gospel From a Heathen – Ouvir Música