Consider The Thief - No More Samamritans lyrics

A man amidst thieves, lay lame and sickly, as the pa**ersby see but all just keep moving There priestly and pious, pa** on the wayside. heedless and high as all just keep moving None wash them with wine, or dress their afflictions There's no more oil to soothe, or give sweet benediction. All hasten their feet and quicken their breathing There' re no more alms to catch up with the pace they are keeping We all walk like levities and pa** alongside of the fray No more Samaritans ever'd be stopped on the way No more inns for exposure or men with the means to defray No more Samaritans ever'd be stopped on the way