ZITA SWOON  

  PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLAMMING DOORS  


Everybody's God to me
But I've been refused
The soul inside of me
Has been introduced
To the loud laugh of the mocker
And the slamming of the door
And the loud laugh of the mocker
Is bound to reach the core

I remember when I still believed
In peoples gentle truth
I hollered nights and nights
In blackened burned out moods
I shouted for the day to come
When all my fears would go away
I yearned for the day when
All my fears would go away

O hero
Somebody send me home with information please

Everybody's God to me
But I'm on the run
I live a life of love I live forgive and love
I live a life of love I live forgive and love

O hero

Everybody's God to me
But I've been denied
I wear a warm place in my heart in spite
Of the loud laugh of the mocker
Of the slamming of the door
Still the loud laugh of the mocker 
Is bound to reach the core

O hero



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