Ask The Lord

I asked the lord and he said no
I say: Why no?
I hear you're happy but it does not show
Where wild things are I dare not go
I say why lord, I say why
Gimme strength gimme patience
Gimme will to survive
Where the wild things are I dare not go
At first they make you happy this I know
But then they make you feel so low

Black money pays for suffering
I don't need it

I may be happy but it does not show
Where wild things are I dare not go
I say why lord Isay why
I seen the fire and I touched the flame
And given the chance I'd go right back again
Hot summer rain burn me on the wheel
Baptize me with fire

Black money pays for suffering
I don't need it