No Rest

Four o'clock in the morning Still we cannot sleep Turning over, turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what have we done? There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what is this evil that we've done? There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what is this evil that we've done? Is it that we wanted more than you gave? Why did you put us then in this small-town grave? Humility – is that what you want? Why did you make us then the way you did? Yes, we have pride Yes, we have pride Is this our sin? Is this our sin? Four o'clock in the morning Still we cannot sleep Turning over, turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what have we done? There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what is this evil that we've done? Is it the times that we've been out fighting? Well, I'll tell you all those times We never really hurt anybody Or is it that we were eating While other people were starving? Is this our crime? Is this our crime? Four o'clock in the morning Still we cannot sleep Turning over, turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what have we done? There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear Lord, what is this evil that we've Done? Done? Oh, done? Is it the times we laughed about it all Through all those whisky nights so far away? Yes, we've betrayed you Yes, we are betraying you Is this our crime? Is this our crime? Four o'clock in the morning Still we cannot sleep Turning over, turning round Twisting in our sweat They say there is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what have we done? There is no rest for the wicked ones Dear God, what is this evil that we must have done?