Chris Inglis - Welcome to the Big Time - ноты, текст песни (слова)

How are things, O King of Kings? You're lookin' kind-a beat.
 Forty days and forty nights without a bite to eat.
 Can you believe this heat?
 Welcome to the Big Time!
 I believe you know me, I knew your Daddy too.
 So how can you get folks to think the Promised One is you?
 Hey, I've seen quite a few.
 Welcome to the Big Time!
 And you're riding the holy rollercoaster.
 Will angels catch you when you faooall?
 Did you ever stop to think that maybe you ain't the Big Time at all?
 How can I convince you, the people they want kings,
 with golden crowns and purple robes and royal signet rings,
 not skinny Nazarenes.
 Welcome to the Big Time!
 You look like you're starving, Lord, half out of your head.
 If you are the Son of YH-WH, turn these rocks to bread
 and keep the crowds well fed.
 Welcome to the Big Time!
 And you're riding the holy rollercoaster.
 Will angels catch you when you faooall?
 Did you ever stop to think that maybe you ain't the Big Time at all?
 Ain't it odd your Father God gave you human birth.
 Don't you think he meant for you to rule the whole damned earth?
 You will if you serve me!
 Welcome to the Big Time!
 You'll be the star attraction, the flavor of the hour.
 C'mon, c'mon, call the angels down
 and grab the seat of power or watch it all go sour.
 Welcome to the Big Time!
 And you're riding the holy rollercoaster.
 Will angels catch you when you faooall?
 Did you ever stop to think that maybe you ain't the Big Time at all?
 Welcome to the Big Time!