Вершы: Faces. Shake, Shudder, Shiver.

(ron wood, ronnie lane)

I shake and I shudder and I shiver
In my bath while it's cold and my windows are broken,
As my poor dog lays a-chokin' on the floor.

I cried to my father and my mother,
There's no justice divine,
I wonder when I get mine.
'cause I'm so sick and tired of waitin' for the lord.

I find just what it is I'm looking for


There's a man wants to show me the river.
Hoofing at five I'll be more dead than alive.
I find a reason to survive when I'm too old.

Should I walk in the lightning and the thunder
On a hilltop so high and show my face to the sky ?
Will I find just what it is I'm looking for ?