Текст песни Those Poor Bastards - Judgement Is Coming

Jesus a knockin’, a knockin’ on my door. He kept on a knockin’, He kept on a knockin’ for an hour maybe more. I said, “Well go away Lord, I can’t afford to pay Lord. I spent all my money on a cheatin’ gal.”
I said, “A woah, woah. A cold wind’s gonna blow.” I said, “A har, har. Judgement’s coming for us all. That’s all, that’s all.”
Jesus a callin’, a callin’ on my phone. He kept on a callin’, He kept on a callin’. I said “ Can’t you see that no one’s home?” I said, “Well go away Lord, I can’t afford to pay Lord. I spent all my money on a cheatin’ gal.”
I said, “A woah, woah. A cold wind’s gonna blow.” I said, “A har, har. Judgement’s coming for us all. That’s all, that’s all.”
Jesus whisperin’, He’s whisperin’ in my dreams. He kept on a whisperin’, He kept on whisperin’ until them whispers turned into screams. I said, “Well go away Lord, I can’t afford to pay Lord. I spent all my money on a cheatin’ gal.”
I said, “A woah, woah. A cold wind’s gonna blow.” I said, “A har, har. Judgement’s coming for us all. That’s all, that’s all.”
Judgement’s coming for us all. Judgement.