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Feel like I should be walking on the shores of Galilee
But instead I'm in a prison built up in my infancy.
Thought I was like the young boy from the Empire of the Sun.
But that wasn't how they saw me.
And that's how I came undone.
I'm not the one.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
A laughing stock.
I can't smoke pot.
Three corners to sweep dust.
When you fall into black water, all your keys begin to rust.
You're not thinking on damnation.
Amongst the holes you're teetering.
A cage containing lightning bolts.
Which somehow you fit in.
Forget your sin.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, sister, mother, Mary.
Won't you lay your grace on me.
I do not want your money.
I'm dismayed about this fee.
The foolish man puts effort into digging diamond mines?
Yet a wise man takes his gold figures and reaches for the sky?
And don't ask why?
Felt sorry for the workers.
Give them all your sympathy.
If they didn't need the money.
Oh, footloose and fancy free.
And they wouldn't need so of much it if they weren't all in such pain.
You must all go on holiday.
You must all buy cocaine.
If it's all the same.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Where's my money?
Play around.
Time goes by.
There's no win.
Games to play.
Songs to sing.
See the sun is rising.
But your not asleep.
An uncertain horizon.
Nothing deep.
Oh, my lady.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, sister, mother, Mary.
Won't you take this pain from me.
Because the route to your salvation seems delayed by infamy.
Oh, holy mother of Jesus.
Won't you let me in the door.
I'm not asking to sleep on your bed.
I'm content with the floor.
I want some more.
I go to ground, then I hear you speak.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down.
Oh, sister, mother, Mary.
Won't you exorcise for me.
The ghosts all these winters spent in bleak despondency.
The holy men of the mountain.
They pass judgement down on all.
But they're not fooling anybody.
Waiting for the fall.
We missed their call.
Oh, my baby.
Lay me down. (Repeat)
- Genre
- Rock