King of Hearts
Working it out, they say they figured it out.
You hear ‘em blatantly shout
They don’t need no Savior.
So full of pride, they say your life is inside.
Don’t need some prophet who died
And rose again to save ya’.
Grinding their ax for all their loving attacks,
So don’t you give ‘em no facts
Because their minds are made up.
Making no sense from either side of the fence,
But still you’ll get their two cents worth
In a golden tin cup..
Wonder what made their hearts harden…
Why do they think that they’re God?
I pray they can have the veil lifted
And see their religion is flawed
There are no permanent parts…apart from
The King of Hearts
Dreaming it up, they keep on scheming it up,
And then they’re blowing it up in unsuspecting faces.
Groundwork is laid; they’ve got it made in the shade.
But there won’t be lemonade in some eternal places.
Closing their eyes; they walk right into the lies.
But every person who dies will have their eyes wide open.
By then it’s too late for all the people who wait.
You just can’t enter The Gate with all your earthly hopin’.
With all their best laid plans they still just come to this.
I guess they’ll remain where they are while their ignorance is
repeat first and last verses…then chorus twice to end
© 1996 Tony Funderburk
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