All Saints Day

I ain't no demon, lord, look to me please
Good men are sufferin' with the evil at ease
Millions of innocents, are born to disease
Where is our solace, lord?
Oh lord answer me

I look to your people, lord, but they're being cruel
They sleep with the criminals they aim to recruit
They raise, in their stadiums, a poisonous brood
I think they would crucify someone like you

One day, will this be over?

I ain't no demon, lord
But neither are you