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Equally Skilled lyrics
How miserable I am
I feel like a fruit picker who arrives here after the harvest
There's nothing here at all
There's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone
There's not one honest soul left alive here on the planet
We're all murderers and thieves
Settin' traps here for even our brothers
And both of our hands are equally skilled
At doing evil, equally skilled
At bribing the judges, equally skilled
At perverting justice, both of our hands, both of our hands
The day of justice comes
And is even now swiftly arriving
Don't trust anyone at all
Not your best friend or even your wife
For the son hates the father
The daughter despises even her mother
Look your enemies are right
Right in the room of your very household
At doing evil, equally skilled
At bribing the judges, equally skilled
At perverting justice, both of their hands, both of their hands
No, don't gloat over me
For though I fall, though I fall, I will rise again
Though I sit here in darkness
The Lord, the Lord alone, He will be my light
I will be patient as the Lord
Punishes me for the wrongs I've done against Him
After that He'll take my case
Bringing me to light and to justice for all I have suffered
And both of His hands are equally skilled
At ruling evil, equally skilled
At judging the judges, equally skilled
Administering justice, both of His hands
Both of His hands are equally skilled
At showing me mercy, equally skilled
At loving the loveless, equally skilled
Administering justice, both of His hands, both of His hands
How miserable I am
I feel like a fruit picker who arrives here after the harvest
There's nothing here at all
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on Fall and Winter
- 2 Southbound Train
- 4 Lord, Save Me From Myself
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- Track 4 on Fall
- 3 Lord, Save Me From Myself
- 5 The Moon Is a Magnet
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