Execution Day Songtext
von Meat Loaf

I stare in the mirror
My eyes refuse to blink
Sympathy for me
Hell I can′t even think
Send for the Iceman
My temperature is startin' to rise
I′ve heard it before
And I know the truth from the lies

Is it any wonder heaven's racked with thunder?
And all of my dreams go under like the fallin' rain

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Voices like the locusts keep smothering me
Twisting and turning my senses like a cyclone at sea
Don′t touch me now, won′t let you crucify me
You ain't no damn jury, you can′t pass a sentence on me

Is it any wonder heaven's racked with thunder?
And all of my dreams go under like the pourin′ rain

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Whose blood on whose hands?
Where's the promises they preached for this land?
Standin′ there with bibles
Clutched in their hands
Whose blood on whose hands?
Whose blood on whose hands?
Whose blood, whose hands?

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Father my hands are shakin'
I see a light that's breakin′
Show me the way to set my soul free
I hope it rains on me
Let it rain on me


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Execution day
Execution day