Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matching Mole
Matching Mole
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phil Miller
Phil Miller
Composer
Robert Wyatt
Robert Wyatt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
In Research
In Research
Producer

Letras

What on Earth are you doing, God? Is this some sort of joke you're playing? Is it 'cause we didn't pray? Well I can't see the point of the word without the action Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all? Is it fun watching us all? Where's your son? We want him again! And next time you send your boy down here Give him a wife and a sexy daughter Someone we can understand Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to We've all read your rules, tried them Learnt them in school, then tried them They're impossible rules And you've made us look fools Well done, God, but now please... Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake! You know that I'm only joking, aren't I? Pardon me, I'm very drunk! But I know what I'm trying to say And it's nearly night time And we're still alone Waiting for something unknown, still waiting So throw down a stone, or something Give us a sign, for Christ's sake!
Writer(s): Robert Wyatt, Philip Paul Brisco Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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