Pray for the Wicked - Babylon A.D.

On your knees, on your knees

On your knees, on your knees

Pray for the wicked

Pray for the wicked world

Pray for the wicked

We got to pray for the wicked

Adam told Eve in a lover’s quarrel

Should’ve never shook that apple tree

Ever since that day we got a messed-up world

Evil sin has found its company

Got a sheik in the desert, a pope in Rome

Got a synagogue around my block

And they all got the answers, but one thing’s clear

Only God knows how much time we got

Pray for the wicked

Pray for the wicked world

Pray for the wicked

We got to pray for the wicked

Sodom and Gomorrah burned down in flames

Met their makers at the gates of hell

In our big tall cities, it’s a crying shame

Desperate people, broken souls to sell

It’s an ancient old story, a child is born

Soon he learns to make the devil dance

Shakes his fist at heaven and turns his back

On his knees he gets a second chance

Pray for the wicked

Pray for the wicked world

Pray for the wicked

We got to pray for the wicked

On your knees, get down on your knees

On your knees, I’m begging you, please

On your knees, get down on your knees

On your knees!

Wow, oh, yeah

For the wages of sin is death

And death rides a pale horse

And hell follows with him

But if you haven’t sinned

Pray for the wicked

Pray for the wicked world

Pray for the wicked

We got to pray for the wicked

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Pray for the wicked

(Oh! Get down on your knees)

Pray for the wicked world

(And pray)

Pray for the wicked

(Ow! Get down on your knees)

We got to pray for the wicked

And pray for the wicked

Pray for the wicked

Ow!

Are we ready!

Yeah, whoa-whoa-whoa, yeah