Naked Sunday

Stone Temple Pilots

Core

Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah
Aaah, whoa
Aaah, 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 for awhile to meet you, for the chance to shake your hand
To give you thanks for all the suffering you command
And when all is over and we return to dust
Who will be my judge and which one do I trust

Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah
Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah

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

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

Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah
Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah

In (????) the whole truth for (????)
Calling the other (????)
We're all God's children, a giver of life
But only we will survive

Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah
Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah

Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah
Aaah, whoa
Aaah, yeah 

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