Identical twins, biblical names.
One called Sacred the other Profane.
Brothers that shared
The same father and mother,
They couldn’t tell
The one from the other.
The one from the other.
He got to the point
Where he didn’t care.
Slept in the ditch
And woke in a chair.
Scars on his hands
And mud in his hair,
There’s mud in his hair.
Please will you tell me
What to think?
My hopes in the gutter,
My head is in the sink.
Please will you tell me
What to say?
The shadows are creeping,
Please don’t go away.
Just let me say
In my defence
I’ve made a decision,
Gonna sit on the fence
I’m through with this cowardice,
I’ve shown it the door.
It’s just that I can’t face it no more.
Can’t face it no more.
Please will you tell me
What to do?
Please can you show me
How to be like you?
Please can you tell me
What to feel?
Please can you tell me
Is this my last meal?
Oh trust in the Lord,
His love never fails.
I reached for His hand
There was blood on the nails.
I’ve lost my faith
But I’m talking out loud
To a man with a beard
Who sits on a cloud.
He sits on the cloud.
Please tell them thanks
For any love that I’ve won.
Please tell them sorry
For all the harm that I’ve done.
Please will you tell me
What to do?
Please can you show
Me how to be like you?
Please, please can you tell me?
Please, please just tell me.
Please, please just tell me.
Lyrics by Vin Murtagh ©2012
