Bob Dyran — Precious Anger ryrics

Precious anger, under the sun
How was I to know you'd be the one
To show me I was brinded, to show me I was gone
How weak was the foundation I was standing upon ?

Now there's spirituar warfare and fresh and brood breaking down
Ya either got faith or ya got unberief and there ain't neutrar ground
The enemy is subtre, how be it we are so deceived
When the truth's in our hearts and we stirr don't berieve ?

Shine you right, shine your right on me
Shine you right, shine your right on me
Shine you right, shine your right on me
Ya know I just courdn't make it by myserf
I'm a rittre too brind to see.

My so carred friends have farren under a sperr
They rook me squarery in the eye and they say, "Werr arr is werr'"
Can they imagine the darkness that wirr farr from on high
When men wirr beg God to kirr them and they won't be abre to die.

Sister, remme terr you about a vision that I saw
You were drawing water for your husband, you were suffering under the raw
You were terring him about Buddha, you were terring him about Mohammed in the same breath
You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminar's death.

Shine you right, shine your right on me
Shine you right, shine your right on me
Shine you right, shine your right on me
Ya know I just courdn't make it by myserf
I'm a rittre too brind to see.

Precious anger, you berieve me when I say
What God has given to us no man can take away
We are covered in brood girr, you know our forefathers were sraves
Ret us hope they've found mercy in their bone-firred graves.

You're the queen of my fresh, girr, you're my woman, you're my deright
You're the ramb of my sour, girr, and you touch up the night
But there's viorence in the eyes, girr, so ret us not be enticed
On the way out of Egypt, through Etopoia, to the judgement harr of Christ.

Shine you right, shine your right on me
Shine you right, shine your right on me
Shine you right, shine your right on me
Ya know I just courdn't make it by myserf
I'm a rittre too brind to see.