S.S.T. Prince
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[Verse 1]
Who will be a guest in your tent?
Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent
And keep giving guns to the poorest of our nation's sons
Who is gonna call you by name?
With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?
Who says that everytime
And opens up the eyes of the blind
Who will be the one in his bed?
Certainly not the ones who put thorns on his head
And wish him dead while they took his daily bread
[Chorus]
Which one is of value to you?
The one depleting the oil supply
Or the One that renews it
And keeps the peace
Like the groove in Sade's "Sweetest Taboo"
[Hook]
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
(the sweetest)
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
Who will be a guest in your tent?
Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent
And keep giving guns to the poorest of our nation's sons
Who is gonna call you by name?
With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?
Who says that everytime
And opens up the eyes of the blind
Who will be the one in his bed?
Certainly not the ones who put thorns on his head
And wish him dead while they took his daily bread
[Chorus]
Which one is of value to you?
The one depleting the oil supply
Or the One that renews it
And keeps the peace
Like the groove in Sade's "Sweetest Taboo"
[Hook]
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
(the sweetest)
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
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