The B Call and Jason Fretz - Judge by the Grace of God [Live]

Judge by the Grace of God

Old man
I look into your eyes
What do I see?
A lake of melting ice
The boots of yesterday, the dust of hostile distant lands
The fallen comrades, the poesened hearts and guilty shades

Old man
I look down to your hands
What do I see?
The wedding ring is matt
The hands that loved and killed
That worked and payed the rent and the bills
You look so patiently, but I don’t feel no sympathy

Sometimes, I hear the bells of Yericho
Sometimes , I’ve got the sword of Ivenhoe
When my ego takes control I’m a judge by the grace of god

Second old man.
I look into your eyes
What do I see?
Another ending shine
You’ve fought the pigs in ‘33
And now you live in poverty
Now they are VIP’s
(That’s how to write ‘New History’)

Second old man.
I look down to your hands
What do I see?
A fist now in the end
Come on, we need your job
There is stinking power at the top
And your experience is more than you believe, old friend

Written by:
Jochen Fretz

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