I asked the lord and he said no I say: Why no? I hear you're happy but it does not show Where wild things are I dare not go I say why lord, I say why Gimme strength gimme patience Gimme will to survive Where the wild things are I dare not go At first they make you happy this I know But then they make you feel so low Black money pays for suffering I don't need it I may be happy but it does not show Where wild things are I dare not go I say why lord Isay why I seen the fire and I touched the flame And given the chance I'd go right back again Hot summer rain burn me on the wheel Baptize me with fire Black money pays for suffering I don't need it