Goodlord Songtext
von Jitwam

Good Lord, good Lord
I know you′re working late
But do you have the time
To rest my brother's head?
It′s the system
That's got my feet numb
And my legs don't have no more where to run


I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room
I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room
I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room
I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room

Good Lord, good Lord
I hate to ask again
Do you have the time
To rest my brother′s head?
It′s the system
That's got my feet numb
And my legs don′t have no more where to run


I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room
I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room
I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room
I got a brother coming to you soon
I hope that you got a spare room