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How Do They Sleep Tonight?
How are they sleeping tonight along that old death row
are they waiting on each dawn light as their precious minutes go
Does each heart twist in a knot of fear
For the darkness is coming down - coming down slow
How do they sleep tonight along death row
How can your heart conceive
of a judge saying you must die
All those salaried
suits with their law degrees listing the reasons why
Your heart must stop, like a broken clock
You
must bid the light goodbye
How
do they sleep tonight along death row
Tell me now, tell me how, tell me now sweet Jesus
How could you let this be
Are your minds so closed and your hearts so cruel
In the home of the brave and the free
How do you feel on a day when they’re taking the next man down
times he spoke with you
and you were glad of a voices sound
Will you cry, will you scream, will you struggle, will you fight
Or does it always pay to be polite
How do they sleep tonight along death row
Tell me now, tell me how, tell me
now sweet Jesus
How
could you let this be
Are your minds
so closed and your hearts so cruel
In
the home of the brave and the free
The crown of thorns, and the nails and
the tree
and its all paid for by you and me
and
Tell me now, tell me how, tell me now
sweet Jesus
How could you let
this be
Are your minds so closed and
your hearts so cruel
In the home of
the brave and the free
Written and performed by Alan Whittle and David Forbes
© 1999 Alan Whittle and David Forbes
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