Idols 歌词

Sculptures made of gold and brass Images made by human hands Doesn't have life, doesn't have life Time goes by and idols and by It will not resolve your situation Doesn't matter to bow, much less To scream 'cause they won't hear you Much less to help Stone, clay, plaster or papper Will not take to heaven You still gonna loose Following a piece of a tree Don't fool yourself, don't fool yourself In God we trust.