S.S.T.

Who will be a guest in your tent?

Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent

And keep giving guns to the poorest of our nation's sons



Who is gonna call you by name?

With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?

Who says that everytime

And opens up the eyes of the blind



Who will be the one in his bed?

Certainly not the ones who put thorns on his head

And wish him dead while they took his daily bread






Which one is of value to you?

The one depleting the oil supply

Or the One that renews it

And keeps the peace

Like the groove in Sade's "Sweetest Taboo"






Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest

(the sweetest)

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest






Who will be a guest in your tent?

Are you gonna be happy with how your life has been spent?

Did you have open arms for each and everybody you met?



Or did you let them die in the rain?

Endless war, poverty or hurricane

Then it's time for another groove

Like Sade's "Sweetest Taboo"







Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest

Give it to me, give it to me

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest