Execution Day

Meat Loaf

Composed by: Dick Wagner/Meat Loaf
I stare in the mirror, my eyes refuse to blink
      Sympathy for me, hell I can't even think
      Send for the iceman, my temperature is startin' to rise
      I've heard it before 'n I know the truth from the lies
      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)
      Execution day, execution day

      Voices like locusts keep smothering me
      Twisting and turning 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 no sentence on me
      Is it any wonder heaven's racked with thunder
      'N all of my dreams go under like the pourin' rain
      Execution day, execution day, execution day

      Whose blood on whose hands,
      Where's the promises they preached for this land
      Standin' there with bibles clutched in their hand
      Whose blood on whose hands,
      Whose blood on whose hands
      Whose blood, whose hands
      Execution day, execution day
      Father my hands are shakin',
      I see the light, it's breakin'
      Show me the way to set my soul free,
      I hope it rains on me
      Let it rain on me
      Execution day, execution day
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