B. B. King - Let Me Make You Cry A Little Longer lyrics
[sound of creaky door opening]
[laughter]
Oh!
Hello!
Have^ you ever thought^ as the hearse goes by
That^ you may be the next to die?
They wrap you in a big white sheet
And then they burry you eight feet deep*
And then
Your casket^ begins to leak!
Ah ha!*
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
Your liver^ turns a slimy green
And pus runs out like big whipped^ cream
Your eyeballs, they turn to cherry red*
And that's what you look^ like^ when you are dead
Storm the gates of heaven
Hold your head up high
Storm the gates of heaven
Look God right in the eye
Storm the gates of heaven
If anyone could do it, I could!
Storm the gates of heaven
And ask God "Who's gonna pay for the blood?"
Who's gonna pay for the blood?
Trials and tribulations
Oppressed and made ashamed
Life for land, death for kingdom
You've just changed your name
False prophets in their armour
Destruction at their feet
Onward Christian soldiers,
Marching to the beat
Marching to the beat
Beat
Storm the gates of heaven
The church of Man is lost
Storm the gates of heaven
Gonna take it to the Boss
Storm the gates of heaven
Twisted 'round and 'round and 'round
Storm the gates of heaven,
Children of the Lamb
Children of the Lamb
Traveling tabernacles
Armed with spears and guns
Power of persuasion
Run, you heathen ,run
Bound in false conversion
Mourning night and day
Carcass of the jackel
On your knees and pray
On your knees and pray
Storm the gates of heaven
Knocking at your door
Storm the gates of heaven
The truth and nothing more
Storm the gates of heaven
How my heart has cried
Storm the gates of heaven
And I'll meet you in the sweet by and by
In the sweet by and by
I was there at the Inquisition
I was there at the witchcraft trials
I was there when they murdered Montezuma
And they destroyed the Aztec empire
Using God's name to murder
and to steal other people's land
Using His name to persecute
And take away the freedom of Man
And take away the freedom of Man
Storm the gates of heaven
Raise your heads up high
Storm the gates of heaven
Look God right in the eye
If anyone could do it, I could, you could!
We could storm the gates of heaven
and ask God, "Who's gonna pay for the blood?"
Who's gonna pay for the blood?
Who's gonna pay for the blood?
