I Know Songtext
von The Good

One day God was having fun
Wanted to prove He was number one
Told Abraham to kill his son
Or so the story goes
Abe said "Lord, I′d rather not
You've really put me in a spot
And Isaac′s the only son I've got
I'll hate to see him go"

What would you do if he asked you?
Would you greet your boy with a bullet?
Could you be sure the word that you heard was your Lord′s?
There′s a fine line between sick and divine
It's your trigger, but God made you pull it
You don′t want to find a lock upon Heaven's door


I know what I′d do
I'd take my boy on a trip
To the Mississippa where we′d fish and dip
And sip tea made on the fire
Your kid needs to die to satisfy your Lord
Your Lord's a liar, a liar
Sing, the choir

Minister Farrakhan
Told a million Americans
To pilgrimage to Washington
To atone for their sins
Lewis wouldn't apologize
For things he said to demonize
The folks who helped him towards the prize
But didn′t share his skin

What would you do if you were a Jew
And he called you a bloodsucker?
Would you love his message, warts and all?
Or would you get up and scream
That the King had a dream
And it didn′t include this bigoted fucker?
Either way, you're strengthening the wall


I know what I′d do
Two days a week I'd coach a team
And teach self-esteem and the dream
Like they taught us in school when I was a kid
They know that I′d do what Lewis says we don't
Even if we did and we did
Sing, the kids

My brother had a boy today
In a country far away
In that same place this very day
The Lord asked for another
The Lord asked for another
This time, Isaac paid the price
For the peace, a sacrifice
But don′t believe he gave his life
'Twas taken by a brother

What will you do to stop feeling blue
Now that your hero's a martyr?
Shake your head about another one dead and move on
Will you ask them why they wanted him to die
And try to make them smarter?
Tough when they think they′re honor students of God

I know what I′ll do
I'll take my kids to the land of milk and honey
And show them the bloody words of P.C. sang ′fore he died
It'll take me a while to change the world
But the Lord′ll know I tried, I tried
And I cried with mine