The Lamb's Book Of Life

Out of Ireland I have come Great hatred and little room Maimed us at the start And now home just breaks my heart To America I have come I hope to bring your preacherman Home to show my people how they can Get their names back in the book of the life of the lamb I know that I have done many things To give you reason not to listen to me Especially as I have been so angry But if you know me maybe you would understand me Words can't express how sorry I am If I ever caused pain to anybody I just hope that you can show compassion And love enough to just please listen Out of Ireland I did run Great hatred and little room Aimed to break my heart Wreck me up and me all apart To America I have come I hope to find a good preacherman Who can show me how I can Get my name back in the book of the life of the lamb I bring these blessings with me A strong heart full of hope and a feeling That everything in this world would be okay If people just believed enough in God to pray But the world thinks that sounds crazy And that's the thing that makes me sing sadly To think that we would leave God so lonely To think that we would mess up our destiny Out of history we have come With great hatred and little room It aims to break our hearts Wreck us up and tear us all apart But if we listen to the Rasta man He can show us how it can be done To live in peach and live as one Get our names back in the book of the life of the lamb