Letra de Considered It A Loan

Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in the face.” He didn't hit me... Lion came to the school of the prophets and ate-up every trace of the one who wouldn't hit me Certain man son of the prophets said, “Hit me in the face.” And he struck me... Waited by the road in disguise with a bandage over my eyes And the king got mad at me, “You shouldn't have let your captive go.” “So be your judgment!” Ben-hadad, king of Syria, sieged Samaria to pick a fight with me He laid claim to all the things I own I gave in, considered it a loan I wasn't by myself The Lord our God was with me He said He'd give me the victory Ben in armor, eager just to boast Getting drunk at the commanding post Defeated more than once by little goats But I still let the king of Syria go And make a treaty with me I've called my sin “my brother” He'll give my kingdom to another Oh no!