Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
Charlie Peacock
I've got a question
For your consideration
I'll make you privy
To my contemplation
Let me say in my defense
I know it goes
Against all common sense
It's not our nature
Not what we've been taught
Flies in the face
Of every lie we've bought
It's hard to see it
Harder to explain
I know it cuts against the grain
Wouldn't it be strange
If riches made you poor
And everything you earned
Left you wanting more?
Wouldn't it be strange
To question what it's for?
Wouldn't it be strange?
I know we've got
Some interest to protect
A set of dots
We're committed to connect
It makes us nervous
In light of how it's been
To play a little game of pretend
Wouldn't it be strange
If power made you weak
And victory came to those
Who turned the other cheek?
Wouldn't it be strange
To welcome your defeat?
Wouldn't it be strange?
Wouldn't it be strange
To find out in the end
The first will be the last
And all the losers win?
Wouldn't it be strange
If Jesus came again?
Wouldn't it be strange?
Wouldn't it be strange
If power made you weak
And victory came to those
Who turned the other cheek?
Wouldn't it be strange
To welcome your defeat?
Wouldn't it be strange?
Wouldn't it be strange
To find out in the end
The first will be the last
And all the losers win?
Wouldn't it be strange
If Jesus came again?
Wouldn't it be strange?
Wouldn't it be strange?
Wouldn't it be strange?
Wouldn’t It Be Strange was written by Charlie Peacock & Douglas Kaine McKelvey.
Wouldn’t It Be Strange was produced by Charlie Peacock.