I asked the Lord and He said, No
I say, Why no?
I hear you're happy but it does not show
Where wild things are, I dare not go
I say, Why Lord? I say, Why?
Gimme strength, gimme patience
Gimme will no survive
Where the wild things are, I dare not go
At first they make you happy this I know
But then they make you feel so low
Black money pays for suffering
I don't need it
I may be happy but it does not show
Where wild things are, I dare not go
I say, Why Lord? I say, Why?
I seen the fire and I touched the flame
And given the chance I'd go right back again
Hot summer rain burn me on the wheel
Baptize me with fire
Black money pays for suffering
I don't need it
I say, Why Lord?

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