Marshall McLean: songs and lyrics

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Lord, Lord, I have raised the dead. Lord, Lord, did I not do what you said? Lord, Lord, did I not prophesey? Lord, Lord, did I not bleed myself dry?

but you don't know my name and you don't know my roots, you don't know my words you just know my fruit, there's no mystery here, no it all follows suit, you know me just like you know, a tree and its fruit.

Lord, Lord, I've been losing sleep, about words I said, that I did not mean. Cause Lord, Lord, I have seen the end, the sheep and wolves that stole my skin.


and I drank the cup stained my lips all red, with my hands in a thorn bush my fingers all bled. and I walked the morning 'til my face glowed thin, and I talked with angels 'til I talked like them.