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Jon Foreman
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Equally Skilled
Lyricist:Jon Foreman
How miserable I am I feel like a fruit picker who arrives here after the harvest There's nothing here at all There's nothing at all here that could placate my hunger
The godly people are all gone There's not one honest soul left alive here on the planet We're all murderers and thieves Settin' traps here for even our brothers
And both of our hands are equally skilled At doing evil, equally skilled At bribing the judges, equally skilled At perverting justice, both of our hands, both of our hands
The day of justice comes And is even now swiftly arriving Don't trust anyone at all Not your best friend or even your wife
For the son hates the father The daughter despises even her mother Look your enemies are right Right in the room of your very household
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com And both of their hands are equally skilled At doing evil, equally skilled At bribing the judges, equally skilled At perverting justice, both of their hands, both of their hands
No, don't gloat over me For though I fall, though I fall, I will rise again Though I sit here in darkness The Lord, the Lord alone, He will be my light
I will be patient as the Lord Punishes me for the wrongs I've done against Him After that He'll take my case Bringing me to light and to justice for all I have suffered
And both of His hands are equally skilled At ruling evil, equally skilled At judging the judges, equally skilled Administering justice, both of His hands
Both of His hands are equally skilled At showing me mercy, equally skilled At loving the loveless, equally skilled Administering justice, both of His hands, both of His hands
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