Lately I’ve been searching, searching for answers I walk around the boulevards, looking for magicians With a cold feet, black coat full of arms Outstretched and a leading voice And I can’t help but shout at the top of my lungs Who is next in line to get hurt? Who is next in line to get speared?
Bad mouth, bad habits Now leads icicles growing out me hair Our past I’d guaranteed you if you’d stay with me Your tomorrow will be endlessly free
Don’t know what it was that had made you to come by Though I know God created me beautifully But don’t you know beauty will forever kill Who is next in line to get hurt? Who is next in line to get speared?
I am sorry I can see our future It isn’t so bright There isn’t any light
Who is next in line to get hurt? Who is next in line to get my spear?
