Lean Condition
I'm waiting at the gates of heaven
Wondering why god hasn't called my name
We all like to think that we'll be forgiven
A dollar every Sunday will replace your sins
My anguish memories
Serves as a reminder that there's
Better days waiting ahead of me
And I won't allow your exploitations
To destroy my search of freedom
And you can call me a heretic
I know the person that I must be
'Cause I chose the place that I call home
And it's not under your wings of thorns
My anguish memories
Serves as a reminder that there's
Better days waiting ahead of me
And I won't allow your exploitations
To destroy my search of freedom
And you can call me a heretic
I know the person that I must be
'Cause I chose the place that I call home
And it's not under your wings of thorns