Four o'clock in the morning

Still we cannot sleep

Turning over, turning round

Twisting in our sweat

They say there is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what have we done?

There is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?

There is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?

Is it that we wanted more than you gave?

Why did you put us then in this small-town grave?

Humility – is that what you want?

Why did you make us then the way you did?

Yes, we have pride

Yes, we have pride

Is this our sin?

Is this our sin?

Four o'clock in the morning

Still we cannot sleep

Turning over, turning round

Twisting in our sweat

They say there is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what have we done?

There is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what is this evil that we've done?

Is it the times that we've been out fighting?

Well, I'll tell you all those times

We never really hurt anybody

Or is it that we were eating

While other people were starving?

Is this our crime?

Is this our crime?

Four o'clock in the morning

Still we cannot sleep

Turning over, turning round

Twisting in our sweat

They say there is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what have we done?

There is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear Lord, what is this evil that we've

Done?

Done?

Oh, done?

Is it the times we laughed about it all

Through all those whisky nights so far away?

Yes, we've betrayed you

Yes, we are betraying you

Is this our crime?

Is this our crime?

Four o'clock in the morning

Still we cannot sleep

Turning over, turning round

Twisting in our sweat

They say there is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what have we done?

There is no rest for the wicked ones

Dear God, what is this evil that we must have done?