John Barleycorn (Must Die) - Traffic

We have blood and we have grace We have a will and we have muscle A soul and a face Why must we die We have eyes and intuition A DNA code and a name Some tend to logic, some superstition We have an aura and a frame Why must we die We are human, we are angel We have feet and wish for wings We are carbon, we are ether We are saints, we are kings Why must we die Why must we die We are men of constant sorrow We'll have trouble all our days We never found our Eldorado Where we were born We are meat, we are spirit We have blood and we have grace We have a will and we have muscle A soul and a face Why must we die Why must we die We are men of constant sorrow We'll have trouble all our days We never found our Eldorado Where we were born We are men of constant sorrow We'll have trouble all our days...

Waiting for darkness, no tunnel of light Vanishing heartbeats, a vicious advice Dying believer, attacked from behind Rebel commander or just an image of the times Caught in the jungle, some can still remember Captured behind the enemy lines Judas, Judas must die Judas, it's written in the sky Judas, Judas must die Judas lived upon a lie Seeking adventure, the thrill of the race Found revolution, a violent purchase Exterminator, the top of the line Poet and dreamer or just a devil in disguise Butchered by soldiers for the king and country Are you a savior or a God? Judas, Judas must die Judas, it's written in the sky Judas, Judas must die Judas lived upon a lie Waiting for darkness, no tunnel of light Vanishing heartbeats, a vicious advice Dying believer, attacked from behind Rebel commander or just a devil in disguise Caught in the jungle, some can still remember Captured behind the enemy lines Judas, Judas must die Judas, it's written in the sky Judas, Judas must die Judas lived upon a lie

I looked in the sky where an elephant's eye Was looking at me from a bubblegum tree And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe Which was letting in water (letting in water) I walked through a field that just wasn't real With 100 tin soldiers which stood at my shoulder And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe Which was letting in water (letting in water) I climbed on the back of a giant albatross Which flew through a crack in the cloud To a place where happiness reigned all year round And music played ever so loudly I started to fall and suddenly woke And the dew on the grass had soaked through my coat And all that I knew was the hole in my shoe Which was letting in water (letting in water) Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-oh Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-oh Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-oh Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-oh Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-oh Ah, ah-ah-ah, ah-oh