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Poke at the Pope

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  • 作词 : Donovan
    Have you ever seen a picture of Pope Paul?
    Have you ever asked yourself this question,
    Would you trust this man with your soul now?
    Would you trust this man? ask yourself now
    His eyes are sunken and his cheeks are hollow
    While you dig the poor of the world they follow
    He hoarding up their gold in the Vatican
    Would you trust this man? ask yourself now
    A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin'
    Ave Maria, Ave Maria...
    Do you remember when the floods hit Italy?
    How the things they treasured most were destroyed
    All the paintings and the worshipped images
    'Cos they lost their faith in the real God
    He's goin' down and he's goin' down fast
    You really didn't think the ignorance could last
    All the little children are learning
    And the constellation is turning.
    A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin'
    Mumbling by the tumbling tide
    The kind of America humbly cried
    Save my soul, save it soon!
    The king of America fell in swoon
    Oh yea, my honey, Oh yea my honey...
  • 作词 : Donovan
    Have you ever seen a picture of Pope Paul?
    Have you ever asked yourself this question,
    Would you trust this man with your soul now?
    Would you trust this man? ask yourself now
    His eyes are sunken and his cheeks are hollow
    While you dig the poor of the world they follow
    He hoarding up their gold in the Vatican
    Would you trust this man? ask yourself now
    A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin'
    Ave Maria, Ave Maria...
    Do you remember when the floods hit Italy?
    How the things they treasured most were destroyed
    All the paintings and the worshipped images
    'Cos they lost their faith in the real God
    He's goin' down and he's goin' down fast
    You really didn't think the ignorance could last
    All the little children are learning
    And the constellation is turning.
    A poke at the Pope, that's what we're havin'
    Mumbling by the tumbling tide
    The kind of America humbly cried
    Save my soul, save it soon!
    The king of America fell in swoon
    Oh yea, my honey, Oh yea my honey...