You who find it hard to decide
What's there between wrong and right
You stand at the edge of decay
What's there nothing left to say
God bring life
We are in the line of your fire
It's like a funeral pyre
We have no cause to admire
It's your right wing goal and desire
God bring life
Born from puritancal will
Lived, or was sentenced to hell
Born again, yeh, born to be wild
Lived all of this life in denial
God bring life
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