Oscar Haugland - Distress Lyrics

Oh my great friend lay your head to rest upon mine
Oh my great friend leave all troubles behind
Oh pray for storms and pray that they cleanse you like forest fires do
Like forest fires do

Blood runs cold blood runs cold
When you're on your own
See the dark developing
And develop your resistances
Tears run dry tears run dry
When your heart is stoned
Look and search for anything
And take all your chances

Oh what a foul romantic you who struggle in time
Oh what a cruel and frantic my emotions a mime
Oh you who pray and you who's preached and sung like preachers do
Sung like preachers do

Blood runs cold blood runs cold
When you're growing old
See your time slipping by
Like a game of chess you're in distress
Tears run dry tears run dry
When your mind is blown
And your garden overgrown
Jesus f*cking Christ what is going on and on and on and on and

Jesus f*cking Christ the groom lies in his room awaiting doom
Reeking fumes like flies when Jesus filled His ocean with His holy water
Water He would later walk upon
The water He would walk upon
Not Jesus nor God nor the holy water or the Spirit can rescue you
Not Satan nor anyone of His slaves can beat you now