Fed To The Wolves(其他) - Peter Hammill
歌曲信息
歌曲名:Fed To The Wolves(其他)
歌手:Peter Hammill
所属专辑:What, Now?
发行时间:2001-10-06
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Fed To The Wolves(其他) - Peter Hammill 文本歌词
And they said They shall all be fed
All the weak and powerless shall be comforted
The Church's arms are open to embrace its orphans
But this unholy priest's an earthly sod
With his cock thrust casually through his vestments
Behind the screen of the confessional
Father's fumbling in the vestry
Lip service to the sermon even while his fingers fiddle
Blind eyed nuns ignore the soiled habits
For the innocents there's no escape
What hell on earth
In the name of Christ
Was this they'd entered
Oh they said They shall be fed
And meant that this young flesh
Should be devoured
The lambs were to be led
To be fed to the wolves
Fed to the wolves
They should be safe in God's House
Does it get any worse than this
The children are in their power
And power is naked
They should be safe in God's House
But here's no mercy just abuse
And the damage that is done
Is worse than unholy
They said They shall be fed
But they're abused rather than comforted
By the very ones who pose as their protectors
And to complain would only bring a beating down upon their backs
For their own imagined wickedness
No escape from such unholy earthly powers:
The lambs shall be devoured
The lambs shall all be fed to the wolves
They shall be fed to the wolves
Pray for the prey
Fed to the wolves
And the damage that is done
Is worse than unholy
All the weak and powerless shall be comforted
The Church's arms are open to embrace its orphans
But this unholy priest's an earthly sod
With his cock thrust casually through his vestments
Behind the screen of the confessional
Father's fumbling in the vestry
Lip service to the sermon even while his fingers fiddle
Blind eyed nuns ignore the soiled habits
For the innocents there's no escape
What hell on earth
In the name of Christ
Was this they'd entered
Oh they said They shall be fed
And meant that this young flesh
Should be devoured
The lambs were to be led
To be fed to the wolves
Fed to the wolves
They should be safe in God's House
Does it get any worse than this
The children are in their power
And power is naked
They should be safe in God's House
But here's no mercy just abuse
And the damage that is done
Is worse than unholy
They said They shall be fed
But they're abused rather than comforted
By the very ones who pose as their protectors
And to complain would only bring a beating down upon their backs
For their own imagined wickedness
No escape from such unholy earthly powers:
The lambs shall be devoured
The lambs shall all be fed to the wolves
They shall be fed to the wolves
Pray for the prey
Fed to the wolves
And the damage that is done
Is worse than unholy
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