A Coward No Longer - Rahat Fateh Ali Khan & Momina Mustehsan

Dry your eyes Hide your face with your hands One last breath, hold it in Fuck your past Your future Is in your hands Just sit back and relax Put your fucking shades on Put that gun to your head You're a fucking disgrace Can your god save you now? Can your god save you now? Can your god save you now? Can your god save you now? Can your god save you now? Can your god save you now? You coward You coward You coward You coward Drowning yourself In your tears No one has Pity for you Pity for you Pity for you Pity for you Seconds from the end What's it gonna be? Pull the trigger, bitch Seconds from the end What's it gonna be? Pull the trigger, bitch Seconds from the end What's it gonna be? Pull the trigger, bitch Seconds from the end What's it gonna be? Pull the trigger, bitch

Your glory, Lord, is higher than the skies Your love, the anchor of my life A sound of thanks, all my heart can sing I lift my eyes up to the heavens I fill my heart up with Your praise For You alone have lifted away my chains I just can't keep from laughing I just can't keep from crying out Jesus Christ has captured my soul I'm bursting with His passion I'm lavished in His grace I am no longer bound by shame Have we the Church forgotten who we are? Have we forgotten who we serve? We serve the Almighty Living God Let songs of love come pouring from our hearts Let songs of joy resound both near and far Lets celebrate the goodness of our God So lift your eyes, lift your hands Lift your feet and praise His name Oh, lift your eyes, lift your hands Lift your feet and praise His name Oh, lift your yes, lift your hands Lift your feet and praise His name Lift your eyes, Church, lift your hands Lift your feet and praise his name We just can't keep from laughing We just can't keep from crying out Jesus Christ has captured our souls We're bursting with His passion We're lavished in His grace We are no longer bound by shame

Now listen please, I'll tell you confidentially How ADCs Are trained in social grace. They must be brave, For daily They're called upon to save His Excellency's face. Any explanation Of the duties of an ADC Proves the complications That are rife at Government House. Certain situations They could never let a lady see. There are strange vibrations In the life of Government House. Truth is often sacrificed For reasons of diplomacy. That, of course, you understand. But all the same, It must be grand To be So suave, So calm, So dignified, If you knew what all that signified! They Who break the ninth commandment every day Would hang their heads in shame and say 'Forgive, We have To live Officially on feet of clay.' Every minute We're made to sin, it Is really very depraved, But to Hell with the lies we tell-- His Excellency's honour must be saved! His Excellency regrets That owing to an attack of gout He really dare not venture out On Saturday to dine. His Excellency regrets That owing to doctor's orders He cannot attend the mission tea And also must decline Your kind invitation For Wednesday week. A slight operation, And poor circulation, Combined with a weedy physique Has made him unable to speak. All this in addition to what The doctors describe as a clot, Which may disappear By the end of the year, But may very possibly not. His Excellency regrets That owing to his exalted state He can no more associate With amiable brunettes. Walk up, walk up, We're willing to take your bets That that's one of the principal things His Excellency regrets! So now you know About the Diplomatic Corps, How it can so Corrupt the soul of youth. Imagine if Someday they gave the waiting world a whiff Of plain unvarnished truth! His Excellency regrets That, failing a better alibi, He must admit he'd rather die Than open your bazaar. His Excellency regrets, That lacking enough official scope, He can't disband the Band of Hope, No matter where they are. He frankly despises The people he rules. His gorge also rises When giving the prizes At co-educational schools, To rows of illiterate fools. And if you should write in the book, He'll give you a murderous look, For it ruins his day To be taken away From his rod and his line and his hook. His Excellency regrets, He hasn't enough to run the house, Or pay the staff, or feed a mouse Upon the pay he gets. Hey-ho, hey-ho, He's up to his ears in debts, But that's one of the least of the things His Excellency regrets!

I must say that I worry for You can't live like this no more I must say that I worry for you I must say that I worry for Our love in this cold war I must say that I worry for you Took me by surprise That I just didn't see She had her dark past, her broken heart And she wants it loved But in the darkest of times She won't be honest with lies Put her words in a fancy dress And we'll keep up this disguise But no longer It's not getting stronger No longer for me I must say that I worry for You can't live like this no more I must say that I worry for you But you, But you don't wanna think no more Passed out on your bedroom floor I must say that I worry for you Took me by surprise A man once made a key To open her dark heart He broke apart what was once in love But it's clear now to see That man, he was me And so I go far, far Without her, don't you follow me And no longer We're not getting stronger No longer for me I must say that I worry for You can't live like this no more I must say that I worry for you I must say that I worry for Our love in this cold war I must say that I worry for you I worry for you I worry for you I worry for you I worry for you I'm just saying that I worry for I'm just saying that I worry for I'm just saying that I worry for And I'm just saying that I worry for I'm just saying that I worry for...