Gospel Shoes
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โฑ๏ธ 4:06 duration
๐ ID: 5357434
๐ Lyrics
Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose
Drift about their good times, slivers in their boots
Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through
Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes
Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
Fitted for the poor runners of the race
Now every hand is folded shape of a gun
Target's ever-changing, but the war it rages on
So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
A long time ago, it meant the right to choose
Who you love and how to live, now it's so misused
Twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes
So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
Our mother she is crying, her broken heart is blue
'Cause we're too busy dying, to love this life we lose
She's growing weary of the lying
She's tired of all this fighting in the name of gospel shoes
Drift about their good times, slivers in their boots
Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through
Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes
Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
Fitted for the poor runners of the race
Now every hand is folded shape of a gun
Target's ever-changing, but the war it rages on
So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
A long time ago, it meant the right to choose
Who you love and how to live, now it's so misused
Twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes
So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
Our mother she is crying, her broken heart is blue
'Cause we're too busy dying, to love this life we lose
She's growing weary of the lying
She's tired of all this fighting in the name of gospel shoes
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:19.59] Some set their heads to swimming, nothing to lose
[00:24.83] Drift about their good times, slivers in their boots
[00:29.13] Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through
[00:33.89] Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes
[00:39.45]
[00:47.86] Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
[00:52.62] Fitted for the poor runners of the race
[00:56.97] Now every hand is folded shape of a gun
[01:02.12] Target's ever-changing, but the war it rages on
[01:08.66] So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
[01:17.70] As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
[01:26.49]
[01:46.17] Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
[01:50.53] A long time ago, it meant the right to choose
[01:55.36] Who you love and how to live, now it's so misused
[01:59.86] Twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes
[02:06.71] 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
[02:25.23] Our mother she is crying, her broken heart is blue
[02:34.32] 'Cause we're too busy dying, to love this life we lose
[02:43.68] She's growing weary of the lying
[02:48.32] She's tired of all this fighting in the name of gospel shoes
[02:55.03]
[00:24.83] Drift about their good times, slivers in their boots
[00:29.13] Some walk the straight and narrow, only passing through
[00:33.89] Trading this world over for a pair of gospel shoes
[00:39.45]
[00:47.86] Gospel shoes are laced with shackles and chains
[00:52.62] Fitted for the poor runners of the race
[00:56.97] Now every hand is folded shape of a gun
[01:02.12] Target's ever-changing, but the war it rages on
[01:08.66] So the armies march onward for the mother and the son
[01:17.70] As this world of screaming color is bleached in the blood
[01:26.49]
[01:46.17] Freedom was a simple word so reverent and true
[01:50.53] A long time ago, it meant the right to choose
[01:55.36] Who you love and how to live, now it's so misused
[01:59.86] Twisted by the politics of men in gospel shoes
[02:06.71] 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
[02:25.23] Our mother she is crying, her broken heart is blue
[02:34.32] 'Cause we're too busy dying, to love this life we lose
[02:43.68] She's growing weary of the lying
[02:48.32] She's tired of all this fighting in the name of gospel shoes
[02:55.03]