Everybody stumblin' 'round in the dark 'cause the lights're too dim to see
Everybody's got an axe to grind and they call it "Bein' free"
Everybody with their skin so thin, lookin' out for Number One
Nobody wants to be left holdin' the bag when it's all done
There ain't much left to say, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Everybody wants to blame somebody for the sorry shape they're in
Everybody ought to take a step back, see where it all begins
Nobody is listenin', they're all spittin' in the wind
Somebody please cover my eyes, tell me, When's it gonna end?
Take me outta here, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Lord Strike Me Dead Video (MV)
Performed By: Blackberry Smoke
Length: 3:43
Written by: Paul Jackson, Charles Turner, Richard Turner, Charles Webb Gray
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Everybody stumblin' 'round in the dark 'cause the lights're too dim to see
Everybody's got an axe to grind and they call it "Bein' free"
Everybody with their skin so thin, lookin' out for Number One
Nobody wants to be left holdin' the bag when it's all done
There ain't much left to say, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Everybody wants to blame somebody for the sorry shape they're in
Everybody ought to take a step back, see where it all begins
Nobody is listenin', they're all spittin' in the wind
Somebody please cover my eyes, tell me, When's it gonna end?
Take me outta here, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Everybody's got an axe to grind and they call it "Bein' free"
Everybody with their skin so thin, lookin' out for Number One
Nobody wants to be left holdin' the bag when it's all done
There ain't much left to say, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Everybody wants to blame somebody for the sorry shape they're in
Everybody ought to take a step back, see where it all begins
Nobody is listenin', they're all spittin' in the wind
Somebody please cover my eyes, tell me, When's it gonna end?
Take me outta here, I can't stand it anymore
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
(Lord, Lord) These children have gone crazy
(Lord, Lord) Please come down and save me
(Lord, Lord) You got to believe me
(Lord, Lord) Lord, strike me dead
Writer: Paul Jackson, Charles Turner, Richard Turner, Charles Webb Gray
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.