Текст песни Bloody Sunday - Nino Brown

Choking the past and all of the greed
subjecting myself to all the wrong things
staying out late with all of the team
committing the crimes that you would not dream

of depraving myself of what was in sight
and running around like the world is mine
these idle hands that I must destroy
never again I won't be his ploy

and though the world has all of these vices it just isn't replacing my trust
everybody has their own convictions I am annoyed at the way that you judge

he was there when you were devoted he was there when you almost fell off
and even when we knew we made the wrong choices he was there with a forgiving heart and perfect love