[00:00.00] 作曲 : Andrew Marlin
[00:19.86]Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose
[00:24.86]Drift about their good times, slivers in their boots
[00:29.18]Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through
[00:34.21]Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes
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[00:48.90]Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
[00:52.76]Fitted for the poor runners of the race
[00:57.60]Now every hand is folded shape of a gun
[01:02.60]Target's ever changing but the war it rages on
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[01:08.78]So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
[01:17.41]As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
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[01:46.25]Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
[01:50.91]A long time ago, it meant the right to choose
[01:55.61]Who you love and how to live, now it's so misused
[02:00.31]Twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes
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[02:06.95]So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
[02:16.20]As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
[02:25.25]Our mother she is crying, her broken heart is blue
[02:34.75]'Cause we're too busy dying to love this life we lose
[02:43.73]She's growing weary of the lying
[02:48.68]She's tired of all this fighting in the name of gospel shoes