Naked Sunday

Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah You're the fuel to the fire You're the weapons of war You're the irony of justice And the father of law I've been waiting for awhile to meet you For the chance to shake your hand To give you thanks for all the suffering you command And when all is over and we return to dust Who will be my judge and which one do I trust Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah You're the champion of sorrow You're the love and the pain You're the fighter of evil Yet you're one in the same I've been waiting for awhile to meet you For the chance to shake your hand To give you thanks for all the suffering you command And when all is over and we return to dust Who will be my judge and which one do I trust? Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah An eye for an eye And a tooth for a tooth Turnin' the other cheek aside We all God's children, the giver of love But only we will survive Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah Ah, ah, oh, oh Ah, ah, yeah --- Naked Sunday - Stone Temple Pilots