Oh, Father, high in Heaven
Smile down upon Your son
He's busy with his money games
His women and his gun
Oh, Jesus, save me
And the unsung Western hero
He killed an Indian or three
And then he made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free
Oh, Jesus save me
If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Oh, Jesus save me
If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Yeah, oh, Jesus save me
Well, I saw Him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
He could hardly roll His stone
Oh, Jesus save me
Overkill - Hymn 43 Lyrics
Overkill - Hymn 43 Lyrics
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Oh, Father, high in Heaven
Smile down upon Your son
He's busy with his money games
His women and his gun
Oh, Jesus, save me
And the unsung Western hero
He killed an Indian or three
And then he made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free
Oh, Jesus save me
If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Oh, Jesus save me
If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Yeah, oh, Jesus save me
Well, I saw Him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
He could hardly roll His stone
Oh, Jesus save me
Smile down upon Your son
He's busy with his money games
His women and his gun
Oh, Jesus, save me
And the unsung Western hero
He killed an Indian or three
And then he made his name in Hollywood
To set the white man free
Oh, Jesus save me
If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Oh, Jesus save me
If Jesus saves
Well, He'd better save Himself
From the gory, glory seekers
Who use His name in death
Yeah, oh, Jesus save me
Well, I saw Him in the city
And on the mountains of the moon
His cross was rather bloody
He could hardly roll His stone
Oh, Jesus save me
Writer: IAN ANDERSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management