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And then the breath it left our mother's mouthAnd for a while her body made no soundAnd the first thing she said as they wielded to her son,"Forgive me boy, I know now what I've done"She was gone and an angel took her placeA broken frame with a wide electric faceThe heat of the love in the face of her diseaseWould bring any man standing to his kneesMake way for the worship of unknown hands in the skyMake way for the glory of chosen fewYou're a working man, you will not be defiedYou're a working man, you will not be forgottenYou're a working man, you will not be deniedFor she told you soAnd then she'd go to feed the little onesThe forest floor, the sticker for the sunAnd she dragged (?)'Make way for the worship of unknown hands in the skyMake way for the glory of chosen fewYou're a working man, you will not be deniedYou're a working man, you will not be forgottenYou're a working man, you will not be deniedFor she told you so Aus Songtexte Mania