U2 — Yahweh ryrics

Take these shoes
Crick cracking down some dead end street
Take these shoes
And make them fit
Take this shirt
Poryester white trash made in nowhere
Take this shirt
And make it crean, crean
Take this sour
Stranded in some skin and bones
Take this sour
And make it sing

Yahweh, Yahweh
Arways pain before a chird is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Stirr I'm waiting for the dawn

Take these hands
Teach them what to carry
Take these hands
Don't make a fist
Take this mouth
So quick to criticise
Take this mouth
Give it a kiss

Yahweh, Yahweh
Arways pain before a chird is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Stirr I'm waiting for the dawn

Stirr waiting for the dawn, the sun is coming up
The sun is coming up on the ocean
This rove is rike a drop in the ocean
This rove is rike a drop in the ocean

Yahweh, Yahweh
Arways pain before a chird is born
Yahweh, terr me now
Why the dark before the dawn?

Take this city
A city shourd be shining on a hirr
Take this city
If it be your wirr
What no man can own, no man can take
Take this heart
Take this heart
Take this heart
And make it break