Naked Sunday Songtext
von Stone Temple Pilots

Ah-woah, ah-yeah
Ah-woah, ah-yeah

You′re the fuel to the fire
You're the weapons of war
You′re the irony of justice
And the father of law

Been waiting awhile to meet you, for the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
When all is over and when I turn to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?

Ah-woah, ah-yeah
Ah-woah, ah-yeah

You're the champion of sorrow
You're the love and the pain
You′re the fighter of evil
Yet, you′re one and the same


Waitin' awhile to meet you, for the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
When all is over and when I turn to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust?

Ah-woah, ah-yeah
Ah-woah, ah-yeah

An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth
Turn the other cheek aside
We all God′s children, the giver of life
But only we will survive

Ah-woah, ah-yeah
Ah-woah, ah-yeah
Ah-woah, ah-yeah
Ah-woah, ah-yeah


Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, shake