Текст Meat Loaf – Execution Day

I stare in the mirror
My eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me
Hell I can’t even think

Is it any wonder, heaven’s racked with thunder
and all of my dreams go under
like the fallin’ rain

Execution Day

Voices like locusts keep smothering me
Twistin’ and turnin’ my senses like a cyclone at sea
Don’t touch me now
Won’t let you crucify me
You ain’t no damn jury
You can’t pass sentence on me

Is it any wonder, heaven’s racked with thunder
and all of my dreams go under
like the fallin’ rain

Execution Day
Execution Day
Execution Day
Execution Day

Whose blood on whose hand
Where’s the promsised they preached for this land
Standin’ with their bibles clutched in their hand
Whose blood on whose hand
Whose blood on whose hand

Instrumental bridge

Father my hand’s are shakin’

Execution Day
Execution Day
Execution Day
Execution Day