Lyrics:

thy will be done

here on this highway

in every house and field I pray

all in meekness yield

aided by want

among stranger people

to disgrace so soon I've come



drift like sleep

into the hotel montana

lay low for thy names sake

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full of bulls blood and what not

coarse jest to a tight knot

you are not acquainted with your own heart

frozen prayer upon my lips

inside the blood runs hot

he was reviled

yet he reviled not



like a voice in an empty house

breath your breath

and speak to me

speak to me



it's a dry leaf that shivers on the branch

what matter if the wind cast it down

with a ruthless hand

cause we remember always

that it took place forever

thy kingdom come in

whosoever