Sweet Concern

Sweet Concern

Please save your sweet concern
Please save your soul
Please save your sympathy
I’d rather burn, I said I’d rather
Can’t you see what I mean? Acting kind of strange

Can you hear the sound?
Of the children crying
Can you hear the sound?
Of the dead they’re rising, rising
Can’t you see what I mean? Acting kind of strange

Bless me father for I have sinned
Bless me father for the trouble I’m in
Bless me father won’t you let me be
Bless me father won’t you let me dream?

Please save your sweet concern
Please save your soul
Please save your sympathy
I’d rather burn, I said I’d rather
Can’t you see what I mean? Acting kind of strange

I can hear the sound
Of a temple falling
I can hear the sound
Of a false god calling
Can’t you see what I mean? Acting kind of strange

Please save, your sweet. Please save, your soul
Please save your sympathy, I’d rather burn