I feel like the fruitpicker who arrived here

after the harvest

There's nothing here at all

Nothin at all that could placate my hunger



The godly people are all gone

There's not one honest soul left on this planet

We're all murders and theives

Setting traps here for even our brothers



And both of our hands

Are equally skilled

At doing evil

Equally skilled

At bribing the judges

Equally skilled

At perverting justice

Both of our hands

Both of our hands



The day of justice comes

And is even now swiftly coming

Don't trust anyone at all

Not your best friend or even your wife



For the son hates the father

The daughter despises even the mother

Look! Your enemies are right

Right in the room of your very household



And both of their hands are equally skilled

Equally skilled



No, don't gloat over me

For though I fall, though I fall

I will rise again



Though I sit here in darkness

The Lord, the Lord alone

He will be my light



I will be patient as the Lord

Punishes me for the wrongs

I've done against him



After that he'll take my case

Bringing me  to light and to justice

For all I have suffered



And both of his hand are equally skilled

Equally skilled