Grateful Dead - Gomorrah lyrics

Must've been a bad thing to get shot down for

I wonder how they blew it up or if they burned it down

Get out, get out Mr. Lot and don't you turn around.

Who gave you your orders, someone from the sky

I heard a voice inside my head in the desert wind so dry

I heard a voice tellin' me to flee the very same voice I always believe

Say alot of trouble comin', but it don't have to come to you

I'm telling you so you can tell the rest what you've been through.

But don't you turn around, no, don't look after you

It's not your business how it's done, you're lucky to get through

You're a good upstanding man, a credit to the flock

But if you don't face straight ahead you could not take the shock

Blew the city off the man, left nothing there but fire

The wife of Lot got turned to salt, because she looked behind her